TAGGING → Jesse Campbell and his brother's corpse
LOCATION → Jared's ruined apartment
TIME FRAME → End of Day 1
GENERAL NOTES → Jesse finds Jared and proceeds to be an emotional wreck. This poor bastard won't even remember this happened.
Jesse: Closing his eyes tightly, Jesse tries to imagine a world without Jared. But every time he tries to, his brother keeps popping in. Delaying himself with each passing second, Jesse realizes that /maybe/ he really doesn't want to see his brother's corpse because it'd be... too final. But he slowly walks forward into the room, nonetheless. His breath catches in his throat, because there he was... laying there so... peacefully. His legs nearly buckle underneath him, feeling the panic attack coming. He rushes forward onto his knees, not caring his knees had been hurt from earlier. Rubbing his thumbs on his forehead to give him a kiss and say goodbye, he finds himself super confused. Jared is /warm/, and his skin isn't showing signs of death. Furrowing his eyebrows, he presses his fingers on Jared's neck. And... there's a pulse. It's barely there, but it's something. Jesse feels as if he's on top of Cloud Nine, wanting to sing to the angels. His brother, who he thought was dead, was /alive/. "Holy fuck on a stick," he bulges his eyes, almost covering his mouth for swearing. "You fucking bastard I thought you were /dead/," he exclaims, holding Jared's face. "Wake up. /Wake up./ WAKE UP!" Each slap to the face gets rougher and rougher. "Pleaseplease wake up, show me a sign, /anything/. I reallyreallyreally don't want to do mouth to mouth resuscitation but I will do it if I must."
Jared: It was the weirdest state of mind, laying there unconscious but he had felt like he had been aware of everything that had happened. As if he was hearing it all, and even seeing it all but he knew his eyes weren't open. He hadn't had the energy to even open his eyes, unfortunately. He remembered hearing everything of Jeremy and Lara's conversation. Hearing the antlers fall off of wall and Lara's screams. It all felt almost as if there was nothing in the world that he could do to make himself less helpless. When the door opened he wanted so badly to scream, but once again he was too weak something that he absolutely despised. Jesse's voice caused something within him to wake up, it was time to start fighting again, no more time for resting. Dead, his brother had thought he was dead. It took a few minutes, maybe longer but he didn't exactly have a clock to tell. With that his hand curled slowly into a ball, his eyelid twitching as if they wanted to open but simply didn't have the energy yet.
Jesse: Feeling nothing but relief, Jesse rests a hand on his chest, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Jared was showing him that he was alive, fighting to come back. That was all he needed. "Oh my hallejulah. Thank fuck you're /alive/," he exclaims with glee before kissing his brother's forehead. "Okay, right, I need to get this stupid bookshelf off you," he hops onto his feet, trying to determine the best way to do it before deciding "fuck it". Each second was a wasted second and he just wants the damn thing off. Putting his hands underneath on the side of the bookshelf, he slowly lifts it up, sliding it across the floor, dropping it once he knew it was completely off Jared. "Huh. It was like I was holding syrofoam," he half shrugs before getting on his knees beside his brother once again. He envelopes Jared's hand with both of his own, urging his brother in his own way to fight harder. "C'mon, Jared, c'mon."
Jared: Thankful that his brother had lifted the bookshelf off of him he moved his fingers of his free arm, which he was sure was supporting a dislocated shoulder at the very least. The books were scattered around him and it wasn't until his little brother was begging him almost that he slowly poked an eye open, smiling at first before it was taken over with a fit of coughs. "Good...g-good to see y-you." He coughed out, closing his eyes again, feeling the pain that he had been trying to convince himself wasn't there for the past however many hours it had been. "Thanks for not----giving me cpr." He smiled, squeezing his brothers hand to give him whatever reassurance he needed, his voice was faint and it was clear that he was in a lot of pain but he needed to get out of there before one of the after shocks started again.
Jesse: The tears had been threatening to escape for quite sometime, ever since Lara told him that Jared was dead. God, he felt kind of pathetic for being so attached to him, not being able to imagine a world without him. But he really did feel like as if he owed his brother everything, for taking care of him when he didn't have to. And there was no doubt in his mind he would take on his pain because he deserved none of it. The hand squeeze was the final straw, as the tears fell down his cheeks, dripping onto the dust below. "I love /you/ so much, you have no idea," he says quietly, eyes remaining locked on Jared just to delight on him being alive. "Alright alright /alright/, we need to get the hell outta here and get you to a hospital like... /now/. Either you get up on your ass, or uh, Jeremy is carrying your ass bridal style. Your choice."
