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“She’s talked about you before,” he admitted, pausing to look over the wolf before sighing and turning back to the makeshift fire he had started with his magic. “Not much. Only a story here and there.” Donovan scratched through his beard and knew she was as restless as he was. “A beer wouldn’t hurt, if you’re twisting my arm.”
"A story is more than I expected,” Vivian answered honestly. “But a beer? I can do that. And you’ll know when I’m twisting your arm.”
“Jesus, Viv. Come here.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just... I almost lost you! And then Jackson! And Juliet! I don’t... I’m sorry, I’m really tired and worried.”
No, I’m sorry - I figured a vampire in the Bayou would’ve been big news but it makes sense if Jack is trying to keep it under wraps. I don’t think I’ll be here long, Juliet’s just not keen on letting me fend for myself.
Jackson might’ve said something to me and I just didn’t hear him. There’s a lot going on lately. Is there anything I can get you?
Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, thanks. Oh, okay. That’s better than what I was thinking, which was that you’re ridiculously clumsy and happen to spend a lot of time making up for it there.
That’s good. Ah, well, that could still be the case. I just end up being lucky most of the time.
If you’re gonna stare, you don’t have to do it all creepy like that. You can come over here and make eye contact, you know.
Sorry, I just didn’t know someone else was here. I’ve been in my own little world lately.
“What do you need? Be quick about it.”
“I need a hug.”
"You’re the wolf who fixed up my sister. I wouldn’t thank you by making you get me something."
“Your sister is like my sister,” Vivian answered. “And you’re our guest, so let me be hospitable.” She smiled at him, brushing her hair back. “Anyway, it’ll give me something other to think about than everyone being in pain.”
I wish I could tell you that. Sounds like you’ve spent plenty of time there yourself, though.
Tsk. At least you’re doing better? Yeah, I have a friend who’s a nurse. I visit her sometimes.
"I guess I don’t know the rules of the bayou yet."
"You'll figure them out. How are you doing? Can I get you anything?"
Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been living off of hospital food — pretty sure they get paid to keep people hospitalized with the crap they serve.
The hospital food isn't so bad, if you know what to get from the cafeteria. But I'm guessing you were a patient. Tell me you didn't eat the Jell-o.
“To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one’s place in the world. To say ‘I am here.’ To say ‘I am.”
we ain’t goin’ down like this
"Bandages? Uh.." She turned in a half-circle, bending down slightly to dig around the shelf. "Here!" She cried, victorious. "Last box!"
"Thanks," Vivian answered, grabbing it from her. "Who are you again?" She was a little distracted as she stared at the shelves, her mind drifting back to the bayou. "I'm Vivian."
He tried not to look over at her. He tried not to look in her eyes, and for once in his life, tried to deny her of something. But she was his little sister. While he and Jackson balanced their relationship over the edge of alpha and brother, there were no similar qualms with Vivian. She was only his sister. “I’m not hiding from you,” he attempted to say, wondering how quickly it would take for her to see the lie. “Viv,” he crooned again, moving to place his arm around her. “I’ll come home, just… don’t cry. Don’t cry.”
Vivian ducked her head, wiping at her eyes and feeling small wrapped in his arm. "You're hiding from everyone," she answered softly. "I can take the damage, Ollie. But I can't promise I won't cry. I'm just scared. For you, for Jackson, for the pack. Who's next?" She sniffed and carefully wiped at her eyes with a hand. "I'll take care of you too. Don't worry." Vivian promised him, slowly standing up and pulling him to his feet. She stepped forward and wrapped him as best as she could in a hug. "Let's go home."
Her voice didn’t surprise him; she was the one person he’d been avoiding. The one person he needed to not see him fall apart. “Viv,” he muttered, not bothering to stand and look at her, or rather, let her look at him. He rubbed his eyes with his elbow, using the sleeve to dry anything that might or might not have been there. “I’ll be dead later,” he predicted, “Jackson is alive and at home, for now. It’s as good of a time as any.”
"Please," she pleaded with him, crouching down by his side. "Please. I know this is a bad time for both of you but... I don't know how to help. I need Juliet to help with Jackson but she's gone and I can't help you because you're hiding from me and I don't know what to do. I just know that I can't leave you alone." Vivian sighed and let her head rest on his shoulder. She was at a loss here. "Let me hold you together so we can help our brother. Okay? Because he needs us. We can't lose anyone else. We've lost too much."
“ i'm the cutest. “
” but no seriously this place isn’t going to give you anything but a bunch of bandages and some pills that barely cure a toothache. if you want something that will actually do the job you’re gonna wanna go here and ask to see the back room. they’ve got really good shit but it’s not exactly legal so don’t share that with anyone. “
"No arguments there. Thanks, though, for this." She eyed the slip of paper for a moment before looking back to him. "Are you in some kind of fight club where you need this sort of thing? How do you know I'm not an undercover cop?"
