heart with a gaping hole

William Prescott * 24 * North Don't paint me black when I used to be golden He's got his gun, he's got his suit on; she said "Babe, you look so cool."

[thatwillprescott]

I'm starting to feel quite ill and I hope it's not because there's some town-wide bubonic plague going around again.

[oh-livs-peerce]

Then… I don’t know what it is. It can’t be contagious because I feel fine. Was I really that bad? Jesus.

Oh Will, I would never leave you. I couldn’t - it’s impossible. I barely remember life without you, but going back to that, in some other afterlife, or just disappearing, I don’t know…it would all be unbearable.

I love you too much to leave you, I think this little miracle has proven that.

[thatwillprescott]

Well, whatever it is, I know I'll be fine. You were fucking terrible and I mean that with mass amounts of love. 

If you had died you wouldn't have had to live with the...pain of being without me. But, I don't...I don't really want to talk about that; I thought about it enough when you at your weakest. I didn't sleep, I was afraid that you weren't going to wake up; I had to make sure you were still breathing. I know you're going to mad about that, but I couldn't risk falling asleep and waking up to you...not being there. 

I think you've had your fair share in getting injured; either it's my turn or you just have to stay inside with me all day...which wouldn't entirely be an issue. 

[thatwillprescott]

I'm starting to feel quite ill and I hope it's not because there's some town-wide bubonic plague going around again.

[oh-livs-peerce]

Maybe we ate bad food, that chili was a little suspicious… Yeah I know, but I’m starting to get some color back in me and I can definitely blush now. It’s hard to look attractive with you always looking so great in comparison, I’m surprised you’re not in love with yourself.

No, thank you Will. I was really scared and I…I could’ve really been in trouble if you hadn’t found me. I’m still sorry about staining the carpet.

[thatwillprescott]

Suspicious? That chili was not suspicious. I made it correctly and I even followed the recipe...I thought it was delicious. Oh, you were still able to blush while your skin was as white as our bed sheets; your cheeks were just more noticeable. Oh, shut up, Olivia. You know you're absolutely breathtaking. I am in love with myself, though. You should know that by now.

I was scared to, it was probably written all over my face. God, it was so fucking bad; I thought...I thought I was going to lose you, Olivia. Are you honestly apologizing about the carpet? You're fucking ridiculous. 

[thatwillprescott]

I'm starting to feel quite ill and I hope it's not because there's some town-wide bubonic plague going around again.

[oh-livs-peerce]

I could see what I have in my bag for you, from my trip to the forest. There’s bound to be something.

I haven’t really been able to look through it since you’ve been treating me like a flower under a boot. All the signs of infection are clearing up and I can move my arm a lot more. I think I’m fine.

[thatwillprescott]

I'll be alright, Olivia. But I'll let you know if I start feeling any worse, okay?

Honestly, that's truly amazing to hear. I'm glad you're feeling better. You even look better as well. For the past few weeks you've looked like absolute hell and I mean that with all the love I have for you. I tried my best with helping you, but I couldn't have done it without you, Olivia. 

[thatwillprescott]

I'm starting to feel quite ill and I hope it's not because there's some town-wide bubonic plague going around again.

[thatwillprescott]

Just For Tonight, Hold On || Will & Olivia

[oh-livs-peerce]

Olivia saw Will’s eyes narrow when she said she fell, and weakly pushed a stray hair hour of her face. “I was walking, and I tripped over a root and then my arm caught on a t-tree branch, and it’s s-so profoundly s-stupid!” She complained, crying once again. She was going to die, because she fucking fell. It was her own fault, and could have been easily prevented by looking down when she walked.

She allowed Will to pick her up, and moved toward his warm body. She was so cold, terribly cold. He spoke of the future, but for once Olivia wasn’t sure she had forever. She wasn’t sure she had twenty minutes. So she just nodded and rested her head on Will, begging the universe to give her just a little while longer. She didn’t want to know what happened when you died a second time.

When he let her go she shivered, already missing his touch. She pressed as hard as she could with her good hand, and the exertion of energy she didn’t possess caused her to begin to see spots. He was looking in the wrong place, but her brain was simply working too slow to stop him. “Bag, it’s in my bag. It’s the herb with the yellow flowers in bunches. Yellow is pretty. If I ever die, I want you to bury me in yellow.” she said drunkenly. Then she snapped herself back. She couldn’t die, not now. “Take some and put it in boiling water, and then take more and mash it up. It works topically and internally. They used it in ancient Greece.” She said, leaning back on the counter. “But don’t use it all. People need that.”

[thatwillprescott]

"Your bag?" he questions aloud. Her bag. Herb with yellow flowers. Boiling water. Boiling water...shit. It would take approximately 8 minutes, maybe even 10, for the water to completely boil. He needed to act fast. A few pots and pans were already strewn across his counter and the floor after he panicked and searched for the Yarrow. Quickly, he snatched a pot form the counter and smacked the faucet on, sloppily filling the pot with water, and then practically tossing it on the stove. He switched the burner on high and turned around, taking two large steps to reach his girlfriend who was still sitting on the counter, possibly looking even more pale than when he had first laid eyes on her earlier. 

She was shivering. Of course she was going to be shivering, all of her blood was fucking oozing out of her fucking arm. He made a mental note to grab a few blankets. "Stay right there," as if she could even move. "I'll be right back." His lips padded against her forehead before he sprinted off into the bathroom. He came to a sudden halt when he saw a pool of blood on the ground in the spot where Olivia was hunched over earlier. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, staring at the fluid as if it was her dead body laying right before his eyes. 

The blood. Her arm. The Yarrow...it was in her bag. Her bag...her bag was under the sink. It was under the sink, hiding behind all of their toiletries. Not a very smart place to hide, but she had no where else to hide it. Careful not to step in the blood, he crouched down to cabinet under the sink and whipped open the door. Left and right he was tossing shampoo bottles, bars of soup, razors, and anything else you could think of. He snatched the bag quickly and ran back to his girlfriend in the kitchen. Shit. He forgot the blankets. Will dropped her bag on the kitchen floor and ran into their bedroom, grabbing two warm blankets and quickly sprinted back into the kitchen.

"Okay," he sighed, setting the blankets down near her on the counter. "Yellow herb with flowers." he said aloud as he placed her bag near the stove and dug around for the herb with yellow fucking flowers. Once he spotted yellow flowers, he smiled and set the herb down near the boiling pot. The water was close to its boil, but not close enough. Will stepped back over to Olivia and grabbed the blankets and wrapped them tightly around her. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her and made sure to completely avoid touching her bad arm. "We're almost there," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. "Don't close your eyes at all though, okay? Just keep looking at me and talking to me. I'm not going anywhere." Will turned his head to see more bubbles forming in the pot, so he let go of Olivia, apologizing with his eyes. He went back to the pot and dropped the Yarrow into the water, immediately going back to his position with his arms placed carefully around Olivia. "What do I do after I mash it up? How do I...I-I don't know how to do anything, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I keep asking you for help. I should have let you teach me all of this a long time ago when you originally wanted to. I'm so sorry." he breathed, shaking his forehead against hers.

[thatwillprescott]

Just For Tonight, Hold On || Will & Olivia

[oh-livs-peerce]

She wanted to tell him to stop yelling at Meredith, but she was too focused on getting her body to obey her. The look on Will’s face when he saw her was enough to kill her right on the spot. She had never seen him so…afraid? She figured she looked that bad. He shouldn’t have to see her like this. It was wrong.

As soon as he touched her, she felt a new motivation to get up. She had to. Not just for herself, but for Will. She couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t leave him like this. “I love you too. So much. Just…don’t apologize.” She said. That only wasted time. She tried to think of ways to explain how this had happened, and began to laugh. It was a completely inappropriate time for her to laugh, but she did. “I fell. I fucking fell.” she mumbled softly. That was all she did, and this was the result.

"It should have stopped bleeding by now. It should have stopped." she said looking down on her arm. What if this was the last few moments she had with him? What if this was goodbye? Different scenarios ran through her head, each of them equally terrifying. She looked at him, studying each of his features and finding a thousand things that she loved about him. It was too much to tell him now, and it broke her heart that she might not be able to ever tell him.

She moved her good hand to touch his face, smiling a little. “Together.” For a second she thought about what she could do. “Take me to the Kitchen. I need the Yarrow. It’ll help the bleeding. We can boil it. You mind carrying me?” she asked, moving her hand to rest on top of this. “So much for our day off. Sorry.” she apologized. She hated this, it as completely unfair to him.

[thatwillprescott]

His eyes instantly narrowed as soon as she started to laugh, but he could sense that there was absolutely no humor behind her laughter. "You fell?" A wave of relief washed through him, however, it wasn't enough relief to make him forget that this situation was even happening. She hadn't gotten attacked by anything or anyone, thankfully, but she was still hurt and...it was rather serious. He hadn't been in the bathroom with her for a while, but ever since his time spent in here, her wound had yet to decrease it's blood release. In fact, he could have sworn that it was starting to bleed even more. "It'll stop bleeding, Olivia," he hoped. "I'll be right here, okay? It'll stop soon." Will had no idea how long Olivia had even been sitting in the bathroom bleeding...to death. He assumed it couldn't have been that long since it looked as if Meredith was still searching for something to help Olivia out. If they had been there for a while, Meredith would have found something. "Olivia, how long have you been here? When did you get back here?" 

"No," he breathed, "Of course I'll carry you." Carefully, he scooped her legs into his arm and wrapped his other around her back, gently lifting her. He made sure to carefully adjust her so that her injured arm wasn't pressing up against his body. "You're sorry?" Will couldn't help but laugh at her apology. "Olivia..." he said, kissing her temple. "We have forever to take as many days off as we wish, don't forget that. Plus," he adjusted his grip on her as he slowly walked to the kitchen. "I'm going to be right by you as your recover. So, in a way, it'll be like we have a day off. Except your arm is fucked up." he chuckled lightly.

Once he reached the kitchen, he carefully placed her on top of the kitchen counter and scurried around for towels. Towels...dammit. He hadn't washed the towels. They were dirty, they were completely disgusting and it wouldn't be a good idea to use any of them. "Fuck," he said under his breath. Paper towels. He had paper towels and those would have to suffice. He grabbed the roll of the counter and started pulling on the roll, crumpling the paper in his hands. "Uh..um," he said, dumbfounded. It was as if he hadn't ever tried to stop a wound from bleeding before. Well, in his defense, he hadn't tried to stop a wound this...deep from bleeding. "Pressure," he breathed. "Put pressure on it." Will shoved the paper towels in her good hand and turned his back to face her. He needed to find that Yarrow. 

What the fuck was Yarrow? He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. But, he was still rummaging through his cabinets for it. He was pulling things out left and right, slamming things on the counters, and tossing items on the floor. "Dammit...fuck," he said under his breath. Right now wasn't the best time to be frustrated. He was frustrated with himself, with her, and with basically everything. Will knew he shouldn't be frustrated with her, but she knows where this fucking Yarrow is and he doesn't and his knuckles are turning white against the counter top. "Olivia," Will turned to face her, his voice full of desperation. "Where is it? I don't know what the fuck I'm looking for, okay? I don't...I don't even know what the fuck Yarrow. Where is it? I-I don't...I don't know wha-" he choked on his words once he caught sight of her arm. "Where is it?" His voice was calm. Calm, but you could still hear the desperation behind it.

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I need someone to help me.

[thatwillprescott]

With what?

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Just For Tonight, Hold On || Will & Olivia

[oh-livs-peerce]

Olivia sat awake in the bathroom. Meredith had told her to relax, and not move and she had told Meredith she was fine, but she wasn’t. Her skin was dreadfully pale, and the cut had a high risk of infection. She needed to use some of the herbs in her kit. Yarrow for the bleeding that was still leaking out of the wound, and garlic as an anti-biotic. But first she needed to get up.

She had managed to pull herself into the bathroom, wanting to clean her arm a little better, but even that exhausted her. She needed to get up, but every time she tried, her body failed her. She wasn’t keen on dying, but dying in the bathroom? That was sad. She heard the door open and shut, and wondered if Will had come home. She could see the annoyance on his face as he surveyed the blood. Those would be hard stains to get out. 

When her name left his mouth she started crying. Silent tears ran down her face. Her voice was weak, and it took a little endurance for her to mutter a response. ”Here, in here!” It was weak, and she didn’t have the patience for him to search the house so she decided to just make a loud noise. Looking around she noticed the glass soap dispenser on the sink. Reaching up she tipped it over, and it shattered on the ground Well, now there’s no chance he won’t find me. she thought. She’d get him a new soap dispenser. Later.  

[thatwillprescott]

Will ran into his- their bedroom, hoping that she was fast asleep in their bed. He flicked the light on, her crease in his bed was there, but her body was no where to be found. "Olivia..." His tone was calm again as he started to get worried for her. This was so unlike her. She would never leave a huge mess like the one that is scattered everywhere in his house. Maybe she wasn't even home. But it wasn't like her to leave all of the lights on if she was out and about. "Olivia?" he shouted one last time. Will waited a few seconds before he came to the decision that she wasn't home. He figured that he might as well try and clean up as much of the blood that he could. So, he quickly changed into an already dirty white shirt and a pair of shorts.

As he was leaving their bedroom, Will heard a loud crash that sounded like it had come from the bathroom. "Livs?" He said, loud enough for the entire town to hear. Will hadn't even realized that he had been running towards the bathroom once he arrived here quicker than he anticipated. Next to the bathroom was the linen closet and in that linen closet was Meredith. She was rustling about and she had to have dropped something and broke it. "What the hell? Look, I don't have time for games, okay? I have shit to do and I think you sho-" Will's words were replaced with a soft whimper as he spotted his girlfriend on the bathroom, white as sheet, which was unusual compared to her natural tan skin. And her arm...there was blood. Blood everywhere. "Go," he choked, staring at his girlfriend. "Meredith, please go. I can help her. I need to." He piratically jumped into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him. 

"Oh, God." Soft and terrified, his voice cracked on the last syllable as he collapsed to his knees in front of Olivia with a soft thud. She was crying. She was bleeding.

His hands sandwiched her face, the pads of his thumbs quickly shoving her tears aside. All the anger that he had been filled with earlier was now gone. Worry washed over his face as he quickly scanned her face and her arm. "Oh, Olivia," he mewled, brushing his lips sloppily on her forehead. "Oh, Olivia." Will continued to repeat as his hands left her face to barely touch right below the blood-soaked dressing on her arm. His hands were shaking and he hoped that she hadn't noticed. Olivia not returning to him would have been better, in a sense, than what he was currently experiencing. "Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart, wha- what happened? Olivia..." Gently, his hands cupped her face again and he knew his face was just as pale as the rest of her. "I'm here, Olivia, I'm here," he stupidly reassured. Will didn't want to have to go through with this. Of course Olivia didn't either. But he had no idea what the hell to do. She's come home from the forest before, but not this badly. Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Will couldn't bare the sight of her writhing in pain; he couldn't sit here and watch her slowly...die. That's why he'd prefer her die out away from him rather than right in front of him. Will couldn't watch her die, no. And he wasn't going to. "Darling," he whispered. "Tell me what to do. Please. You need to tell me what to do, okay? You need to help me so that I can help you. We're working together, remember? Just tell me everything I need to do." Will glanced at her arm, the dressing was...it was leaking. Oh, God. "I love you so much, Olivia. I am so sorry. I'm so so sorry, sweetheart." he whispered. 

[thatwillprescott]

Just For Tonight, Hold On || Will & Olivia

It had been a long, exhausting day for Will. A long, exhausting day of ignoring the people around him and safely practicing his hunting skills. Which so happened to be getting better as the days passed. At least that's what he thought. He hadn't bothered to mutter a word of his whereabouts to anyone. He had simply kissed Olivia goodbye that morning and marched out the door before she had the chance to leave. She didn't bother to ask him where he was going, so he took it as a sign that what he was doing was okay. After all, she was headed out to the forest with Meredith shortly after his departure. Will dreaded watching her leave him to go into that ticking-time-bomb-of-a-place. Either one of them had no idea whether she would make it out alive or not. Will prayed to some God that she would come back safely and things would be mildly okay. That's why he kept his goodbyes short with her whenever she was going to the forest. Though every single time she left, he beat himself up for not taking the time to cherish her in case it was the last time he saw her. But, he didn't want to think like that...but he did. She always came back, however; Will wasn't quite sure what he would do if she never returned back home. The thought tainted his mind.

Olivia was the only constant in Will's life and he wasn't ready to let go of that, nor let go of the love  that he feared, that he wanted, and that he needed for her; he was never going to be ready to let go of her chaotic perfection.

He was home now. He was standing outside the front door, admiring that the lights were on inside. Olivia never forgot to turn the lights off. She was home as well. Will was relieved; she was home and she would be in his arms tonight. Safe. Well, as safe as they could be. He could have sworn that he felt his knife gently jab his thigh as he stepped closer to his front door. Frantically, he looked down at his leg and out of the corner of his eye he noticed...a mess on the porch. There was no blood on his pants.

What the hell?

Carefully -not wanting to actually stab himself this time- he crouched down to examine the mess more closely. With a few glances and a nice breeze from the wind, he knew exactly what the mess was. Blood.

He stood up carefully, not wanting to touch the blood with any part of him. A muffled groan slipped from his dry lips as he shuffled around for his key to unlock the door. Olivia must have brought someone back to their house to help. It was strange watching her bring familiar faces into his- their home and nurse them. Will had a habit of watching Olivia work from afar. He knew that she didn't mind if wanted to be closer, but he wasn't comfortable with that. Hell, he wasn't comfortable with random people in his home, let alone watching their cuts being stitched up by his girlfriend. She was always so gentle, her delicate hands were always so gentle with her patient's. Olivia was such a good girl, God, she was incredible despite the monster that she claims to be. Watching her work made him ill. Not because of the gore but because she had such a good heart and always had good intentions and she hated herself for most things and she was in love with a man who wouldn't even think twice about helping a stranger who was bleeding horribly. 

Will shook his head with annoyance and quietly opened his front door, closing it softly behind him. First, he spotted the counter. The counter was red, it was covered in dried blood much like the porch. He moved closer into his house and looked all around him. The floor had dots and splashes of blood here and there. He walked to the living, taking notice of the blood on the carpet and on the couch. The carpet and the couch. "Olivia?" He yelled calmly, or as calmly as he could manage at the time. Olivia was never this sloppy with her work. Will was starting to worry. Not for the patient she had, but for her carelessness that was now very apparent. Will continued making his way throughout the house and almost everywhere he stepped he noticed a new splash of blood. He stopped making his way through his house and went back into the kitchen, immediately removing delicate parts of his clothing so they wouldn't get ruined. "Olivia!" His voice was louder, some may say it was a yell but he would never yell at her. Or so he thought. God, he hated to upset with her about this. But it was just...too much blood to not be angry or concerned. Something was wrong and she wasn't answering him. 

[thatwillprescott]

Good afternoon, I suppose.

Though the actual afternoon is not entirely good itself.

[emily-fairfield]

But you can’t say anything to them, you can’t. They’ll… they’ll think it’s suspicious or something a-and they’ll get you in trouble. Someone told the guards that… I had plans to rebel and… I didn’t know what to say and it wouldn’t stop.

[thatwillprescott]

I won't breathe a word, Emily. I would never; I would never betray you like that. I could never do something like that to my partner in crime. They won't know, okay? They won't know a damn thing. Who told, Emily? Do you have any idea of who said something? I don't understand why someone would even say anything at all about this to the guards. It's okay, Emily, it's okay. Right now in this very moment with me, you're safe. 

[emily-fairfield]

W-Whatever you do, don’t talk to the guards, okay? Okay? Stay out of trouble, please.

[thatwillprescott]

Did the guards...do something to you? Did they lay their hands on you? Emily, darling, you have to tell me if they did. They won't know if you told me, okay? What did they do to you?

[emily-fairfield]

I’m sorry, just please don’t say anything else. J-Just stay out of trouble, please.

[thatwillprescott]

Hey, hey, Emily, what happened?

[thatwillprescott]

I never imagined myself to get such a great amount of satisfaction out of spring cleaning.

[oh-livs-peerce]

Things really picked up! You’re probably going to have to lock me in the house if you want me to stay. I just get so worried. Okay, after the woods, just you and me.

And people wonder what our secret is.

I agree with you on that one. All she has to do is have a little sense of self preservation. I don’t know, I think she just wants me to be safe, but that’s extreme. I’d rather die helping her, than survive knowing I left her to die.

Fine, try to convince her. And soon. I need to start on my tests.

[thatwillprescott]

I'd gladly lock you up, but I don't want there to be a town search for the both of us. Do you promise...after the woods?

I highly doubt that anyone here is wondering what our secret may be. I can understand her wanting to keep you safe. But does she not understand that you also want to keep her safe? She's stubborn, so I can't promise you that anything I say to her will work. But I'll figure something out.