Unarmed (Open)

[James Everwood]

James was glad she accepted, and he was about to comment on being able to pretty much live anywhere, she climbed in with him. He put his arm around her feeling bad about any pain she might be experiencing with getting her leg up but quickly realized how much of her pain he had probably taken from her. Then Tash walked in and asked how they were doing. Sam answered in Italian, and James could only hope nothing bad was said about him in that sentence.

"Uhm, what she said?" He said and laughed a little, "You don't have to worry we were just.... lying down next to each other." He said realizing that there wasn't anything to worry about, "Umm, thank you for your help in saving my life. I owe you for that."

Maybe I could heal her as well... take away some bruising and cuts...

He looked over at Sam who probably wouldn't want him to heal her. So if he healed her, he wouldn't do it around Sam. He'd have to wait to make it up to her another time sadly, "Umm," He turned back to the girl, "My name is James by the way, James Everwood... I'd shake your hand but the only one I got is preoccupied."

[Tash]

"Guarirò, sorella. Ho avuto tagli di carta più difettosi. Come siete che ritenete?

She flashed a little crooked half smile at James' obvious confusion. The language switch took most people a while to get used to: she didn't blame him.
"We're saying terrible terrible things about you."
She says, tongue in cheek, her big green eyes sparkling.
"Nice to meet you James. I'm Tash. Short for Natasha. I'm glad you pulled through alright. Feeling better? I'm guessing you and Sam already know each other."

[Sam Ballerino]

"Buon," she said, giggling. "Felice di sentirlo."

She looked up at James from the crook of his arm. "Yes, James, terrible, awful things." She gave him the cutest, most innocent smile she could muster.

She turned to Tash and smiled, motioning to the chair she recently vacated. "Come join us, sorella?"

She watched them introduce themselves, and caught the glance James sent her way. "Don't you even think about it," she said, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I know what you're thinking. Don't you dare try that trick again until you are feeling one thousand percent better, ok?" She poked his chest once to make sure he got the message. "I mean it."

[Tash]

Tash took her offer to sit, lowering herself into the chair slowly. This rib was a pain in the ass. She looked curiously at the two of them squished into the hospital bed as Sam berated James gently.

"What little trick?"

While she waited for Sam to respond, she thought about getting home. It crossed her mind that the other two might need rides. Once she figured out what was going on and what Sam was talking about, she'd offer them a ride.

ooc: i apologize for the shortness of my posties. term paper and essay test have drugged my poor beloved Muse into a stupor.

[James Everwood]

(OOC: I'm only 18 days late right? =D?)

"Don't you even think about it, I know what you're thinking. Don't you dare try that trick again until you are feeling one thousand percent better, ok? I mean it."

"What little trick?"

"I uhh," James said trying to explain himself. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he would do it again, if not now then later. The fact was he would be tempted to considering how badly he felt for those who got hurt, and with a lot of injured people, this could be very bad for James' skin. "I think... I can heal people... but I take their injuries on. At least, I think... unless I'm high off of pain killers."

He looked over at the space where his arm used to be, for some reason it didn't feel gone to him, but it was.

"I don't know how well I can... heal... pe---" His eyes closed and he went to sleep, he had taken a lot of pain and using that ability drained him a bit. He was knocked out from it all. It wasn't a medical emergency, he was just exhausted.

[Tash]

Tash watched him, looking at Sam as he spoke and scanning the other girl for the cuts, scrapes and bruises she knew had been there when they arrived at the hospital. Some of them were indeed gone and James seemed exhausted to the point of collapse - so it was a good thing he was propped up in a hospital bed. As she'd come in she'd heard Sam say something about giving James a place to stay, which seemed like a pretty good idea seeing as living minus an arm might take a little bit of getting used to. One was bound to need help.

"So I couldn't help but overhear part of what it was you were saying about moving James into your place, Sam. James if you decide you want to do that and you guys need help packing and moving just give me a heads up and I'd be more than happy to help."

ooc: lol, don't worry. i'm getting pretty busy too.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam smiled softly as James’ eyes closed. She looked at Tash. “Let’s let him sleep for a while.” Laboriously she sat up, putting her leg carefully back on the ground and reaching for her crutch, which was leaning against the chair that Tash was currently sitting in. She held on to it, but stayed sat on the bed next to the sleeping boy.

“He touched my hand, and I felt this warm energy, and all the cuts and bruises I had just… disappeared. It was strange…” She paused for a moment, thinking about it. “Not the big stuff, obviously. I don’t think his body could have handled it. I wish he hadn’t, though… he has enough to be dealing with. Ragazzo sciocco, provante a mordere fuori più può masticare.”

She grinned. “That’s nice of you to help us move, sorella. We may take you up on that. I’m not sure where he’s living now, or if he has a car or what. I’ll let you know when we solidify the move.”