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Post by jayde on Jun 27, 2009 18:47:32 GMT
_____________________________________ Laying back, Dean's back and head were propped up by the sterile white hospital pillows resting against the bed he'd been laying in for over two weeks. Most of that time had been spent unconscious, hooked up to a monitor regulating his heart rate and a thick tube down his throat to make sure his breathing went business as usual. He had been very glad to have that out when he woke up, it was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. Thankfully he had woken up two days ago, groggy and confused as to what was going on, scared that he couldn't move his legs and unsure what had happened to him. But his mother had been there, sitting at the side of his bed to calm him down and everything had been explained to him. He'd been hit by a car, hadn't even stopped to check if he was alright and he had a good idea why.
Dean had been very glad when they said that his legs were still healing and that while he may not gain complete motion back in them like he had before he would be able to walk again. The thought of those bastards, and he was sure it was those bastards, taking away his ability to walk would have been too much. But he had faced some unpleasant news. Richy was gone, he'd left the school and was unable to be contacted. He had been left in a hospital bed for two weeks and he hadn't checked on him once, not a phone call or a visit and no note before just leaving him. Dean had felt angry at first, he had gone through all this to have him just abandon him when it was quite obvious he needed the help and support. But no, he was gone and Dean was left lying alone in his bed wondering what on earth it had all been for then.
Though while Richy hadn't visited him, the room was filled with flowers and cards and other little things from Madison Novack according to his Dad. Apparently while he'd been in the coma, she'd visited him often and left him things. Something which surprised him, he'd had a couple of drop ins from friends but he wasn't sure why she was coming in. They hadn't really socialised much, maybe they met once or twice but not to the point of visiting him so often. Not that he was complaining, it was very sweet and it made him feel a little better, it was a nice feeling to have a woman care for you. Even if you weren't entirely sure why. But he hoped she'd come in soon so he could thank her and maybe find out why she'd done so, for now though he had sent his parents home because he was fine and would probably doze on and off. He felt bad they'd spent so much time at the hospital so he was glad they were taking a break now that he was awake.
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Post by cassie on Jun 28, 2009 2:39:27 GMT
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It had been two days since she got the phone call from Gale to let her know that Dean was awake and she'd only just figured out what she wanted to wear to meet him properly. She wasn't normally the sort of girl who cared too much about fashion, often just sticking to the t-shirt, jeans and cardigan look, but this was different. This was going to be Dean's first real impression of her and although he may not have known it, that was important. When she'd heard Gale's voice on the end of the phone she'd thought the worst. She worried that his condition had rapidly changed and that she'd never get to tell him the things she'd been wanting to since she first looked down onto his poor bruised face.
The thing was Dean had meant something to Madi long before this. Ever since their first day of highschool she'd noticed Dean. She'd seen him walking around the halls and just being the God like boy that he was. Not that Madi would have ever admitted that to anyone other than herself, and even then she tried not to think about it all too much. After all Madison Novack was not the sort of girl who went crazy over a guy, let alone some future NFL jock guy. If anyone she would go a little weak for some punk ass musician covered in ink and on his way to the life style drugs and rock music. But here there he was. Dean Weaver getting in the way of all of that. Totally disrupting her train of thought and taste in guys all just by walking past her in the hall.
To begin with she'd tried her best to keep away from him, which was never a hard task considering they mixed in completely different crowds, and that had worked for a good while. Then the accident happened. When she'd heard what had happened to him it seemed cruel not to pay her respects to him and his family. She wasn't completely heartless and it was a pretty tragic event to just ignore. Her first visit was just to show that she cared and that maybe if enough people came they'd see that not everyone was as horrible as the bastards who did this to him. The only problem was during her first visit she'd gone into his room and seen him. Seen the big jock guy who was practically the king of the school as a completely different guy. He was wounded and vulnerable and seemed more human than stereotype and Madi couldn't help herself from opening up that little part tucked away inside her, the reminance of her freshman crush.
So now that he was awake, this meeting could mean a lot more than just a caring friend coming to see their sick counterpart. Dean probably wouldn't even expect her to be there so she'd have to come up with some other reason than 'I've always had a bit of a crush on you' for her being there but she'd think of that at the time. As she walked in through the doors to his ward she looked around for Dean's family and was shocked to see that not even Brodie or Gale were there. She'd gotten to know them pretty well over the last two weeks and knew they would never leave unless they felt it was safe to. He really must have been getting better.
She walked up to the door to his room and looked down to herself, brushing out her dress and shifting her belt a little. She looked a little more wholesome than she normally would but she couldn't really dress to impress all that much, she was still in a hospital. Plus she didn't want to send him into another coma from the sight of what she would have like to have worn. Grinning to herself at this though she lightly kmocked on the door and waited for some sort of reply before she walked it, not wanting to disturb him if he was getting some rest, other than the 2 weeks of sleep he'd just had.
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Post by jayde on Jun 28, 2009 10:52:56 GMT
_____________________________________ Looking over at his side where the was a group of remotes that were essential to keep in the right order. The television remote was alright, it was accidentally switching the button to up his morphine dose and the big red button to call a nurse that could cause a bit of a problem if he didn't get them right. So he had them lined up, closest to him was the television remote because he needed that the most, then came the nurses button cause that was the second most common and then the magical painkiller button because he figured that would do the most damage if he pressed it by accident repeatedly. But now, Dean's hand clasped around the television remote as he flicked mindlessly through all the bad soap operas that started to come out at this time in the evening. He felt guilty but he was actually starting to get into them now and he figured soon he'd know every convoluted plot and story that went on.
He was just settling into a particularly interesting episode, they were finding out who the baby daddy was, when his phone went off at his bedside and he reluctantly muted the episode. Leaning over with a groan, his bruises and broken bones protested the movement but he snatched up the small cell and fumbled it open as he pressed it against his ear, falling against his pillow with a little sigh. Immediately he heard his Mom's voice worried asking him if he was alright and he could practically hear the car keys in her hand. "I'm fine, really. I'll keep my phone by hand so I don't have to stretch for it." The conversation went on a little longer as he reassured her he was fine and she could stay at home and not worry about him. He didn't want her or his Dad to burn out trying to care for him as well.
He had noticed too, even in the two days he had been awake that his parents were closer again, it was actually a welcoming sight and he was thankful that at least something good might have come from the accident. At any rate, he hoped that by the time he got home from the hospital everything could go back to normal. The phone then got passed around to his Dad who he reassured as well before Zooey asked for it, still worried about him and then Jesse came on to tease him. Something for which was he was happy about the normality. Back to Mom and he said his goodbye and leaned to push the phone onto the bedside table with another little grunt before he was leaning back against his propped up pillows and ready to get back to the soap opera.
Picking up the remote, he went to switch the mute off when he heard a soft knock on his room door. Sighing a little, he switched off the tv and thought perhaps it was a sign he should be reading instead of watching that mindless crap. "Come in." He called out, wondering if it was one of the nurses coming into to fix something up or maybe the kitchen with his food. Tilting his head, he watched the door open and was surprised at the person who walked into his room. When he had been told Madi had been visiting him, his mind conjured up the memory of her but it still didn't do her justice. She looked as gorgeous as ever and he again wondered why in the hell this creature was wasting her time with him. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse and all that so he straightened up as he tried to look a little better though the effect was utterly useless, at least he wasn't in a hospital gown, instead opting for dark green pajamas. Again though, lying in bed somewhat bruised and in essentially a flannel tracksuit next to her in that dress with the cinched belt showing off exactly how her body curved he felt a little pathetic, a feeling his greeting only reinforced. "Hey."
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Post by cassie on Jun 28, 2009 13:37:37 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ Opening the door Madi prepared herself for what she'd see. She knew that this whole thing was going to be a lot harder now that he was awake. He'd look more delicate, more fragile if he was moving around and wincing with each turn of his body. She was also aware that seeing him awake and talking might just develop that little crush a little further. It was easy enough looking at him and remembering her past feelings but being able to actually talk to him and see if his personality was anything like her 14 year old self had imagined it would be was going to be a lot different. This could be the make or break situation. What if she got in there and he turned out to be some sort of brain dead moron, and not just because of the accident. She didn’t think it would be the case after meeting his family but still, there was a chance that all of her visits had been in vein. He might not have even been good friend material, not that she was all that good at making friends in the first place. Social interaction was never really one of Madi’s strong suits.
She stepped carefully into the room, her heels making their soft click against the hospitals plastic floor as she did. He looked like such a weak little puppy but she was touched that he was at least trying to make an effort by sitting up a little, even though she knew he probably shouldn’t be. She closed the door behind her as she heard his little greeting and smiled brightly to herself before toning down the smile as to not look so pleased with herself.
She didn’t know what it was about Dean that made her act like someone different. Well, not completely different because if that were the case she’d have stayed away from him. She was more than happy with who she was and didn’t need some preppy jock guy changing her. This was just a subtle change though. He turned her into some giggly little girl, happy that he was even talking to her. It was kind of pathetic on her part but she was sure that given enough time she’d be able to control herself and start to take control of herself, and him if she got her way.
She swiftly brushed the hair from her face and moved a little closer to the end of the bed as walked further into the room, “Hi.” She said softly, letting the chime from her bangles sound through the room as she dropped her hand back down to her slide. Holding onto the end of the bed with her manicured hand she looked down at Dean with a slightly sad little smile. She took in the sight of him again before trying to quickly think of some sort of excuse for her being there, not wanting to freak him out too much. “I just thought I’d come and see how you are, I mean, now you’re awake.” She spoke confidently with a soft voice despite the fact her mind was fumbling for things to say to him.
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Post by jayde on Jun 28, 2009 14:26:03 GMT
_____________________________________ Sitting up in his bed, he knew he probably didn't look his best as the bruises were getting to that particularly vivid purple and blue stage as well as the bandages across the cuts he'd got from broken glass. The small silver lining was that just that morning he'd been able to shower and wash his hair so at least he looked clean. The only noticeable things about his body was the IV sticking out of his hand, the clip around his finger monitoring his pulse and the thin tube situated underneath his nose and pumping oxygen into his body. But the majority of the bad injuries and things that were obvious were hidden by the blankets and his clothing and his face didn't look so bad. He hadn't really thought about it in cosmetic appearances, worried that it frightened his mother or Zooey perhaps but it was only now that he worried what he might look like to others.
Dean realised he was being silly worrying this much about what he looked like while in hospital so he tried not to worry about it but he still pushed himself up even though it gave him a slightly pained look. He definitely didn't want to look invalid so he felt it necessary. He heard the soft click click of her entry and while she shut the door, his eyes couldn't help but trail down her body to her feet. Even though the dress reached her knees, the way the fabric fell and the way she looked just standing there was enough to make his throat dry but he swallowed around it. Watching her move towards his bed as she brushed her hair from her face and even the simple action was done with a grace and sexy flourish to it. She just oozed it, like she knew the entire world was looking at her and she merely allowed them to.
Biting the inside of his lip gently as he watched her holding onto the end of his bed and smile at him though he wished it wasn't with that pity that most people got when they looked at him. As she said she wanted to come and see how he was now that he had woken, he smiled at her and nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He said, leaning over as he tried to cover up the grunt as he patted the chair Zooey had been using that day to sit beside him and read to him. Leaning back against his bed, he reached over for the glass of water by his bed to take a big gulp, partly to offset the dry mouth thing and partly as a way to come up with something more intelligent than saying "hey" again. "My parents told me you visited a lot while I was out, that was really nice of you."
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Post by cassie on Jun 30, 2009 1:06:13 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ Madi smiled softly to him as he thanked her. It was the nice thing to do, the polite way of behaving but she just couldn't stop it from being slightly false. How could she honestly give him a bright smile when he was in this state and patting the chair beside him. It was so strange to see him like this. To see the big bad jock literally groaning in pain just to touch his hand on a chair. It almost made her feel bad that he'd thought to offer her the seat next to his bed. It was just all a little surreal to see him awake and suffering. Madi always thought it looked easier whilst he was sleeping. Sure he looked damaged and in pain but at least this way he couldn't feel it. He could just keep his beautiful light green eyes closed and not be aware to the way his bones were fusing back together, or his cuts and bruises slowly started to heal and fade away. Now his eyes were open and alert, everything would feel. She didn't even want to think about how horrible it must have been the first time he tried to move.
The false smile grew slightly more genuine as he leaned back against his bed, her guilt for making him move momentarily fading as he took a sip to drink. She bit her lip slightly as she removed her hand from the metal it was wrapped around and moved to sit in the chair he'd put so much effort into offering her. In all the times she'd visited this was the first time she'd sat in this chair. Most of her time here was spent talking to his family to make sure they were okay, or just popping in to check on him, give him gifts or just look down at him with pity. She knew it wasn't what he needed now. There was only so long a box of chocolates or a crappy stack of magazines could keep you entertained. Plus as far as the sympathetic gaze went she was sure he was sick to death of it after seeing it for the past two days. She would have to provide him with something more and try not to let anything else effect her too much. It would just be like she was talking to him at school ... just with wires stuck into his skin and IVs dripping away in the background.
Looking up, slightly startled by his voice, she quickly tried to compose her self and nodded along to his statement. She'd been so lost in the slights and sounds around her she'd almost forgotten that he was awake. She really wasn't that big a fan of hospitals at the best of times. All that sickness and pain was a bit too much for her to take unless it was self-inflicted. "It's okay." She stated plainly, "I wanted to come make sure you were okay. I mean, those guys really did a number on you.". Madi instantly sucked her bottom lip in a little after her 'state of the obvious' comment. Not only was it apparent enough but maybe a little too blunt for the timing as well. He'd only been awake a couple of days, maybe it was too soon to talk about it. Thinking quickly she tried to cover her tracks a little, "But yeah I mean, no problem. Your family is pretty cool." She added honestly. From what she'd seen of them, they were, and with all the attention they gave him whilst he was under she was pretty certain that the topic of his family would be one Dean was happy to discuss.
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Post by jayde on Jun 30, 2009 18:39:03 GMT
_____________________________________ Dean could see the pitying look in her eyes and it frustrated him to no end, he didn't want to be the poor pathetic kid who got knocked into the hospital. He didn't want everyone to look at him and just see a victim, he didn't want people to worry about him too. Now he was determined to be able to move around and at least hide any winces or groans so no one noticed but there was nothing he could for it now but try and act normal so Madi would see him as at least partly normal. Watching her release his bed before moving towards the seat he'd patted, he couldn't help but smile at her as she settled next to her bed where one person or another from his family had been keeping a constant vigilance while he was unconscious.
Meeting her eyes as she looked up at him, he wondered what she had been thinking about to that absorbed in her thoughts she had been surprised by his voice. But as she said it was okay, he didn't bother asking, he couldn't help but smile a little more at the wanting to make sure he was okay. It was very sweet of her to care like that and take the time to see him. As she said those guys really did a number on him, he stared at her as she sucked in her lip and obviously though what she'd said had been wrong or inappropriate but he had to swallow his laughter at her expression. To be honest, it was refreshing to be able to talk about it with someone who didn't wince or tear up every time it was mentioned. Though it was a reasonable reaction from his family.
Smiling as she said it was no problem and that his family was cool, he nodded his agreement. "I'm glad you said "did a number" and not something like, they swept me away. And yeah, they are. I guess you've been getting to know them well then." He said, lifting and arm to run his hand gently through his hair as he attempted not to get snagged on any of the wires connected to his hand but luckily there were no malfunctions. "They've all been hanging around the hospital so much, it has to be depressing .. For Mom, and everyone." He quickly amended himself, not wanting to just blurt his families details no matter how nice the girl. "I made them all go home and rest so they weren't constantly worrying over me now."
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Post by cassie on Jul 1, 2009 0:35:32 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ Looking up nervously to see if she'd upset him as he started to reply she couldn't help but notice how the pained expression she'd expected to see was in fact replaced with a smile, verging on near laughter. She hadn't expected it at all. Sure, pain, anger, sadness, these were all expressions that she'd expect to see across his face as he talked about what had happened to him, and yet instead there was that smile. It kind of suited him. She'd never really spent enough time with him or seeing him around school since that freshman year to see him smile all that much, but as he lay there in front of her, she could really appreciate it. He had a very charming smile.
As he got onto the subject of his family she nodded along to his assumptions of her getting to know them. From her first day she'd attempted to talk to them as much as possible. Obviously she was there for Dean, they all knew that, but a little moral support was always good. She knew that if one of her brothers or her sister were in hospital that's what she'd want, no matter who the source of the comfort was. During her time she'd got to know Brodie and Jesse quite well and had attempted to make friends with Zooey without much success. She understood why though, she seemed to be the most protective of her brother so it was only natural for her to not want any outsider to come in and share their personal grief. She could hardly hold that against the girl.
Madi looked up to his eyes again as he talked about the depressing nature of hospitals. She'd been looking at the flowers he'd received at the time, which wasn't a rare thing for her to do. She often letting her gaze drift as people spoke, not feeling comfortable looking people directly in the eyes. But she did it now. Something about what he said sounded forced but as he continued she knew not to push it. If he wanted to say why hospitals were bad for his Mom in particular, he would. "Yeah I know. They've been here so long." She agreed, they really had been working around the clock to make sure someone would always be here in case he woke up. She'd even taken a shift or two to help them out.
"But it doesn't matter now right?" She continued in a brighter voice, not really recognizing it as her own. She would really have to start monitoring her actions around him to stop being so freaking girl about her feelings. "I mean, you're awake and I'm here, so no one needs to worry all that much." She leant forward a little, crossing her arms on the edge of the bed and pulling the chair a little closer to that she could do so comfortably.
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Post by jayde on Jul 1, 2009 17:20:13 GMT
_____________________________________ Watching her nod at his reference to getting to know his family he was surprised that not only would she take the time to visit him like this but that she would also have time to look after his family. He had no idea what he could do to make it up to her, but he would definitely think of something. He felt bad now, for never having got to know Madi while they were at school and yet she was nice enough to still visit him while he didn't even know the difference and get to know his family while she was at it. His eyes were on hers even as he watched them drift away to look around the room before they fixed back on him and he hoped very much that he wasn't boring her or making her regret coming to see him awake.
Dean chewed his lip gently as she said that they'd been there so long, he knew that. There had been someone by his bed 24/7 while he had been in the coma, they had taken shifts to make sure he was never alone. Madi had even took one or two and while he knew how close his family was and what they would do for each other, it still made him feel warm and fuzzy in a not very manly way that they cared that much about him. Looking up as she said it didn't matter now, he smiled as her voice got significantly more cheery and he was glad for the little upbeat reminder. He couldn't let this conversation sour or get depressing that wasn't what either of them needed, she didn't need that when going out of her way and he didn't need things to dwell on after she was gone.
He couldn't help but smile a little brighter as she said that he was awake and she was there, very aware he was probably acting goofy but the fact that a girl that looked like her was saying like that while leaning against his bed sent happy little pulses all up and down his body. "You're right, everything seems to be on the up and up now." He said, watching her pull her chair closer even as she rested her arms against the bed and debating it in his mind, unsure whether it would be weird or forward but really just wanting to have some sort of physical interaction with a human being other than a pulse check or a peck from his mother. Dean reached his hand out to lay against hers gently, ready to pull it away quickly if she reacted badly. "Thank you very much, I can't say how nice it is to have someone who I can smile and relax with and not worry if I say the wrong thing it will have them panicking or worrying. And I don't know what I can say about being there for my family but just .. Thank you, I'll figure out a way to make it up to you some day Madi."
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Post by cassie on Jul 17, 2009 13:04:28 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ Looking down at their joined hands Madi froze still for a moment. She didn't really know what to do it. She wasn't normally all that 'touchy feely' a person. Sure she could give hugs and support if it was needed but generally it wasn't something she really enjoyed. It just felt all a little too intimate to her. Anything that brought someone that close to her personal space didn't seem fun to her. However, with Dean's hand something felt different. She knew he didn't mean anything by it, most likely just reaching out to confirm the thanks he was giving her, but it still felt as though it could be something more. She hoped Dean hadn't noticed as she tried to relax herself a little bit and look up as he continued to sing her praises. Ironic really that he was talking about how it was nice to have someone relaxed around him when she was internally freaking out about such a small connection.
As he finished talking a small smile grew across her full lips. It was true. He probably would go out of it way to try and thank her for something than didn't seem all that stressful to her. All she did was come and visit a sleeping body and make sure his family were holding up okay. It wasn't like she'd been Saint Madi and come with small school children to pray for him at his bedside or anything. Yet, even for her small act, she knew Dean would keep thanking her until she said enough. Moving the hand out from under his she took a deep breath and braved her social awkwardness and placed it back on top of his, holding it softly, careful not to pull out any wires. "You don't need to thank me or make it up to me. You're family are cool and it's not like I did that much. Just ... It's cool." Trying to explain that he needn't thank her that much without sounding ungrateful was harder than she thought.
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Post by jayde on Jul 17, 2009 15:49:58 GMT
_____________________________________ Dean tried not to smile too much as he felt her hand beneath his, to be honest it was a nice feeling, he'd always liked it when he was with a woman. Feeling his hand envelop hers, feeling his arms encircle her waist and being able to nestle her body against his. It might seem like a pretty chauvinistic thing to some women but every man felt that way. Judging at least some part of their worth by the fact they might even be a little needed by someone of the opposite sex. And lying there in the hospital bed almost invalid, he was feeling less useful and more a lump that was getting in everyone's way. However seeing Madi look down at their hands, he almost snatched his right back realising he probably completely overstepped the line but not wanting to look like a complete moron in doing so.
He was about to pull away slowly when he saw her smile at his words and he started to feel a little better, feeling her pull her hand away he realised he'd made a stupid mistake and he was mentally scolding himself. Until he felt the warm hand against his and he looked up into her eyes as she held his hand gingerly and said he didn't need to thank her. He smiled and leaned back against the bed, leaving his hand beneath hers just wanting to enjoy the little contact between him and the goddess next to him. "I know I don't need to but I'd feel pretty shitty if I didn't. Besides, I want to." Dean said, voice determined as he looked at her. Sure he may use this with a slight ulterior motive of maybe making it up to her in terms of dinner and a movie but hey, his intentions were pure. "So any time you get some ideas about what I can do, you just let me know."
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Post by cassie on Jul 17, 2009 17:47:24 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ Seeing him sit back in his bed calmed Madi slightly. She knew that he wouldn't be nearly as crazy as she was when it came to contact with people she didn't know that well, but if he didn't mind her holding onto his hand, she could deal with it too. At least this way round she could easily move her hand away if she needed to. She wasn't quite sure why she was like this. After all, it was only with little things like hand holding that she had a problem with. She could kiss a complete stranger and it not bother her in the slightest, but something like holding onto someone's hand, or whispering in their ear, it just seemed a little too close for her comfort.
A big part of the calm she felt was probably down to his smile as well. If she thought about it honestly she'd been calmed by his smile for years, even if she wouldn't say so. If she had been having a shitty day all she'd needed was to see him smile, a real genuine smile, from across the pitch or the lunch room and she'd smile to herself and feel at least a little better. She couldn't really explain to anyone why but every time he smiled it seemed as though maybe, even if it was only a little bit, he was smiling at everyone who was looking. Like he smiled to make the world smile, not just the person in front of him. But then again, for all she knew the person he was smiling at could have been the world to him. She felt like hitting herself mentally for somewhat wishing that maybe she would be the world to him one day.
The resolve in his voice as he refused to agree to her terms didn't exactly inspire hope within her. She hadn't done what she'd done to get any sort of reward from him, far from it. All of her actions had been somewhat selfish really. Whilst he was in a coma she could come and see him as much as she wanted. She could talk to him about stuff she'd been too scared to talk about since her freshman year. She had the chance to be the side of Madi that people very rarely saw. To most people she was a trash talking bitch, which to fair she was a lot of the time. She was the girl to most of the girls at school at least. She'd been put through her fair deal of popular girl alienation and it was just how she reacted, no one could blame her for that. However, after being that girl for 3 years it was hard to let people know you were more than that. It was easier just to live up to the stereotype.
Yet around Dean, at least whilst he was unconscious, she could be different. She could be nice and sweet and have at least a small group of people not assume she was a slutty mean girl. "Well I'll have a think, and if I ever need a big strong manly man ..." she started, getting slightly distracted looking him over as she described him, "Umm, yeah. If I ever need you, I'll let you know." She finished quickly, hoping to cover up her momentary lapse of control. "After all I have two Moms and really girly brothers so it might actually help to have you around the house." Laughing a little to herself as she finished she desperately hoped she'd distracted him.
((ooc - sorry I had random Madi muse))
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Post by jayde on Jul 23, 2009 16:18:39 GMT
_____________________________________ Leaning back against the bed, Dean smiled slightly to himself as he tried not to look too pleased with the fact that he was laying there with her hand over his. He would say he was just happy to have company at all, to have someone to talk to but that wasn't entirely true. There was something about Madison, something about the way she spoke. The girl didn't put on airs, she was strong and had that I don't give a fuck what others think kind of attitude. Dean could appreciate that, he wished he'd been like that sooner, even if it had messed him up badly, it was better than acting like a coward. Pushing himself away from those thoughts, he wouldn't allow himself to start self-pitying now. It wouldn't help anyone, he needed to pick up and get better so he could be there for his family, so they wouldn't worry any longer.
Lifting his eyes after he'd said that if she had any ideas about what he could do for her to let him know, he smiled at her reassuringly. He wanted her to know that he wanted to be able to do something in return for her because he wanted to. She didn't have to come here and help his family but she did and that made her even more amazing in Dean's eyes. Hearing her say she'd think if she ever needed a big strong manly man, he tried not to chuckle at her choice of words before he saw her eyes roll down his body and he swallowed gently as he tried not to imagine what he wanted it to mean. Like she'd want that from him, he had to stop thinking like that. Laughing softly as she mentioned her two mom's and girly brothers, he smiled up at her. "Got it, need any jars opened and I'm you're man." He said, smiling up at her as he tried to resist the urge to turn his hand around to hold hers properly.
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Post by cassie on Jul 25, 2009 15:58:19 GMT
- wearing- _____________________________________ He'd noticed. There was no way he hadn't noticed. This was just getting to be a big tragic now. No matter how quickly she'd added on that additional sentence, he would have always noticed her eyes saying more than her mouth and giving away a game she'd been playing close to her chest for the past 4 years. No one would have been able such a blatant appraisal of his toned, handsome physique, even from across a room someone would have felt those eyes on them. What made it even worse was that although he'd given her enough of a response for her to recognize this, he just brushed it off. Now he was either doing this to save her feelings or he honestly didn't care that she thought of him in that way.
Even though she hadn't started her visits here in the effort to make him care about her, the more she'd got to know the family and about the life outside what people saw at school the more she'd grown to want Dean to want her. It wasn't even just a sexual thing. She knew how to make men want her body, that wasn't an issue, but to actually want the full package was a different and harder matter. There wasn't much that she could offer to a boyfriend really, at least no more than any average girl could. In fact, she had more baggage considering her after school job. Why would anyone want to look past her looks when that was all she really offered them?
His laugh pulled her out of her thoughts again, thankfully, and she couldn't help but laugh along with him. It was kind of pathetic really when she thought about. Two brothers and yet she and her Mom were the strongest in the house. Somehow that shouldn't make sense but when it came to the Novacks anything could make sense. "Well thanks. I'll keep that in mind. We've missed out in a lot of pickles because of those damn jars." She joked with him, almost forgetting where they were for the first time since she'd walked through those big automatic doors leading into the hospital.
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Post by jayde on Aug 15, 2009 14:54:42 GMT
_____________________________________ Dean smiled at her as they joked about him opening jars for her, it was nice really even if it was just a joke, that she still could at least pretend to see him like that. That's who he was supposed to be, something him and his Dad joked about often, wondering where his muscles and larger physique came from. He was the big sports guy, all round jock and just the type who could do things that required a little force behind them. He really did open the jars for his Mom when she was cooking or when they were out and Dare couldn't reach something on the top shelf. He was supposed to be the older brother, the guy who could do those kinds of things for them and lying there in his hospital bed, being told he'd be unable to move his legs for a while was a blow. One he'd hid from his family but inside terrified him, that's who he was, that was who he had always been. What was he supposed to do now if the one thing that made him Dean was gone.
He knew it was self-pitying of him but he would never admit it to anyone, that was part of the jock image he had, he'd never admit that he was scared. That he lay awake at night thinking what he was supposed to do with his life now, when everything he'd had only a month ago was ripped away from him. Dean wasn't the sharing type and he knew that if he said that to any member of his family they would just worry more when he tried to present the image of being fine and okay. The fact that Madi still could see him like that, it made him a little happier, it made him feel a little less like a bedridden lump and that maybe he wouldn't change too much from the guy he was.
As she said she'd keep it in mind and they'd missed out on a lot of pickles, he smiled happily at her. Dean hadn't felt this relaxed or happy in a while, he knew that much. Biting his lip gently, he knew it might ruin the mood and make her feel uncomfortable, she'd already shown she didn't even want to hold his hand properly but he felt like he needed to say it. "Thank you, for visiting me. Really .. This is the best I've felt in a while." He said softly, expecting her to smile awkwardly and run off but he needed to know that he really appreciated her coming here. It meant a lot to him not to have to pretend all these things he'd had to pretend around his family, to protect Zooey and his Mom especially. He was just happy it was her here.
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