#emilyreed

[abyssalelysium]

[theoutsidersrpg-gossip]

Think Cade and Emily will last once Cade leaves again? Think Emily will hit rock bottom again while he's gone?

Dear Anonymous Reader, 

Is this a legitimate question? Amidst cheating rumors, psycho shootings, and long distance schooling, these two have remained plain-jane, rock solid. Unless he actually gets his juicy side on and sucks face with some chicks hanging around the Harvard area, I doubt I’ll ever get to write anything more than “yes, they’ll last.” 

As for Miss Reed’s state of mind, who can say what will happen when that umbilical cord gets all twisted up again. I can only suggest taking up a hobby, or perhaps collecting a naughty magazine or two. You know he’s got a few.

Sincerely,

Penny Lane

[sage-mccracken]

Live While We're Young || Emily & Sage

Waiting outside her friend's house Sage couldn't help but smile. Emily was always there for her and she could not ask for a better friend. She had gotten the idea for a girls night a few minutes ago, after watching a couple episodes of Bewitched. They were going to go rollerskating and just catch up, or at least that is what she planned. She had a few things to tell Emily, but that would have to wait until later on. Knocking on the door once more she went about twirling a piece of her hair a habit she had acquired not too long ago.

[cade--madden]

@Emily

Merry Christmas, Beautiful. I honestly wasn't sure what to get you this year, but I went with Boyfriend's intuition.

I hope you like it.

[k-brett]

@Emily

Merry Christmas, Em. Here's hoping Cade enjoyed your gift which he probably did without a doubt. But, yours truly has a gift for you and you have no choice but to accept it.

My cousin Sarah said I did good, so I hope she was right.

[cade--madden]

Lean On Me || Camily

It had been bothering him for days on end. How did he approach this? Not angrily, of course. But…concerned? Upset? Understandingly? He just didn’t know. What Cade knew, however, is that he needed to talk to Emily. It may have been an invasion of privacy, but what was written on those pages scared him. He had almost lost her twice now. He was supposed to be the one to protect her, and he was failing. He had fix this. He couldn’t just let it slide.

Standing off of her bed, be picked the little book up, tossing it between his hands as he walked out into the living room where Emily resided. “Hey, Ems,” Cade spoke after a moment. “I need to talk to you.” He sat next to her and handed her the small book. “Please don’t be too upset with me for looking at this. It fell off the table the other night, and when I went to pick it up some…stuff caught my eye.” He went quiet for a moment looking at the carpet. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting to feel like that again? I would’ve helped you in a heart beat. You know that.” He finished the sentence softer than the rest. “I want to help, Emily. Please let me help.”

[k-brett]

Maybe It's Okay || Brett

”We need to stabilize him.”

"Find the doctor, he needs to get his bullet out of him."

"What type of penetration are we talking here?"

"Isn’t that the boy who works in the morgue?"

Brett couldn’t focus on anything. All he heard were snippets of conversations. The pain was the only constant. It was a burning sensation that he couldn’t ignore. It was like it was trying to overtake him, and burn him from the inside out. The bleeding hadn’t stopped either. It just flowed freely ridding him of his chance to live through this and keep all the promises he had made to the people he loved. Maybe that was okay. Maybe it was okay to shut out the blinding lights and the screaming surrounding him. It would be so peaceful, he always heard dying was an amazing experience and not to fear it. He let his eyes close for a moment, watching memories flash behind his eyelids. The parties, the carnivals, his friends and family. He heard all of their voices so clearly. It was like his final goodbyes, and maybe he was okay with it. A final haunting voice rang in his head as he drifted.

"Stay, please stay…"

Brynn. He couldn’t leave her, not this way. Not after Allister. He forced his eyes back open, forcing breath in and out of his lungs. This wouldn’t kill him, this would be a story he would tell at parties one day if only for her sake. He wouldn’t leave her to face the world on her own. What about Emily? He couldn’t leave her with the guilt of him dying, because he knew the mind well enough to know she’d feel guilty for it. That was the last thing he needed to do, was bring a person more guilt.

"Brett, most people just call in sick. No need to get shot." One of the nurses joked placing a plastic mask over his face. He just rolled his eyes at the brunette. At least he knew her well enough to trust her with such a task. It was a perk to work at the hospital. When he needed surgery, he could trust the doctors not to kill him. The whole world grew more hazy than before as he was wheeled into the operation room, bright lights blinding him as he heard the doctors started to speak. "It just missed his stomach. He’s lucky. Let’s get this started. Of all people to come in, this one we can’t lose." He spoke, simply. And with the final unknown comfort, he fell into a sleep that would save his life.

* * * The bullet removal was simple enough, it was keeping the injured boy stable that would be a challenge. He had already lost so much blood, too much more could very well be the death of him, and this was one patient no one in that room wanted to lose.

"How does it look?" One of the nurses asked, watching over his heartbeat and blood level. "Minor damage. Slight damage to the colon, but nothing medication can’t take care of." He spoke, minding the tweezers. He carefully, placed the gleaming silver around the deadly piece of cold metal lodged inside the young boys stomach. He squeezed it, pulling it up and out gently. "It’s out. We need to clean the wound and wrap it up." He glanced up at the machine in front of him. "And maybe a blood transfusion." He said, as he was handed the material needed to clean the wound.

The doctor started to dab at the wound looking down at the boy. He held such potential. A caring, kind soul with the incentive to help anyone who needed it. He had a fight in him that so few came through with. Brett was going to go far, that much he knew. He would go far, because he would survive this and come back stronger just like he was made to do.

[andy-moore]

@Emily

{As he sat in the small booth he couldn't help but tap his fingers on the table. When he had told Hailey they were in a more private setting, now it seemed everyone would know. His knee began to bounce and before he knew it the nervous feeling had returned.} Why can't I just be Canadian or a coward? {He was mumbling to himself as he waited for Emily to arrive.}