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"J-juliet? C-c-c-come on Jules, s-s-snap out of it." A quivering voice thrummed against the owner's crackled and bloodied lips as he placed his hand to the broken woman's cheek. The young detective's eyes had swollen a grotesque violet, light patches of yellow encompassing underneath, a mosaic of hues that her partner never wished to see upon her again. Her nose had grown crooked, blood tricking from one nostril and cascading past her lips, a large splint coursing down the middle of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered behind sweat drenched lids, her groan barely audible from the damage done to her chest. Christ, if he had come to check on her five minutes earlier he could have saved her from a lot of trouble...A wave of relief spread through the figure as the unconscious woman slowly came to in his arms, one arm slung haphazardly across her waist.
"C-c-carve?" She mused, disorientated, dizzy, brain feeling as if it had mutated into cotton. She could only register the voice of her partner, one that appeared to be on the brink with such a foreign emotion that it sent whirlpools of nausea down her throat. Attempting to wriggle herself in his grasp, she immediately groaned as rackets of pain shot through her muscles, her bones, skin swollen and sore from the initial attack. "H-h-hey buddy. Didn't expect to see you here." She murmured after several moments of hearing Carver's feet shuffle. Where had he take her anyway? He must have found her in her home...Did, did she miss phone calls? Perhaps she did. She had been preoccupied for several hours after all, and it wouldn't have surprised her if her partner decided to weasel his way in to ensure she hadn't been murdered. For the first time in their career, Juliet was relieved that Carver decided to swing by her home. She absolutely appreciated his concern, and supposed it was appropriate for today. They knew each other. When they were active and available and when they were not, as it was required for the field of work they had participated in. If something was wrong they would be able to reach one another. But today...well, Juliet took a bite far bigger than what she could chew.
"Didn't expect to see you beat up, either." He grumbled his reply, keeping his grip on her firm but tentatively as she struggled to gain her bearings within his arms. "Hey...hey, try not to move around too much, I don't want you to get any more banged up."
"You are saying that like there is any muscle there to rough me up." Juliet cooed, her chest rattling as oxygen became affixed in her throat and nearly suffocated her in her attempt to let out a chuckle. Carver struggled to heave her, allowing her spine to straighten and her lungs open up in accessibility.
"Hush okay? We are almost there...I'm gonna get you some help okay? You'll be safe where we are going, I promise." Juliet's head barely reached above Carver's arm, eyes peeking around her surroundings in utter confusion. She didn't recognize where she was for several moments, noting that the air around them had grown dark with the freshly set sun. The lamplights around them barely illuminated the empty sidewalk ahead, revealing a quiet, tranquil suburban neighborhood, decorated with apartment buildings and complexes. Home...they were heading to Carver's apartment building. That didn't make any sense...but it hit her soon after and she frowned uncomfortably. If he took her to a hospital, it was likely who had beaten her would find her there and...the apartment building was subtle. He probably had a first aid kit. He had a gun there and managed to wiggle an excuse to have a police dog live in his apartment with him. They would be reasonably safe inside and he could make sure nothing happened while she remained in his care. However, her eyes hooded as Carver rushed in through the side door of the apartment building, noting the stairwell ahead. "Alright, this might get a little bumpy, pull at my shirt or punch me if I end up accidentally hurting you." Carver slowly began to ascend the hallway staircase, Juliet's fingernails slowly digging into the comfort of his sweatshirt. God...he just looked like he was about to go to bed or rest in for the night. She really wished she could have reached out to him sooner, the guilt in her building. God. She felt so bad she pulled him out into this situation. But honestly, what happened had to happen, even if it did result in her battered and bruised. She wouldn't change what she did in the slightest, but she did regret how she handled the end all be all.
"Mmm, has anyone told you how beautiful you are when you are worried?" Juliet slurred after a moment, hoping to rise a chuckle out of her friend. Carver did not respond, eyes glued to the task ahead. With the final step onto the second floor, Carver quickened his pace and approached a door number that Juliet did not recognize. Rather than raising a hand from his grasp, afraid he would drop her, Carver called out
"Amelia! Amelia I need you right now! We've got a situation and we need some help out here." Juliet swallowed at Carver's exclamation, suddenly tightening her grip on his sweatshirt. Carver bundled her closer in reassurance, his chest trembling with nerves.
@Elle Joyner
"C-c-carve?" She mused, disorientated, dizzy, brain feeling as if it had mutated into cotton. She could only register the voice of her partner, one that appeared to be on the brink with such a foreign emotion that it sent whirlpools of nausea down her throat. Attempting to wriggle herself in his grasp, she immediately groaned as rackets of pain shot through her muscles, her bones, skin swollen and sore from the initial attack. "H-h-hey buddy. Didn't expect to see you here." She murmured after several moments of hearing Carver's feet shuffle. Where had he take her anyway? He must have found her in her home...Did, did she miss phone calls? Perhaps she did. She had been preoccupied for several hours after all, and it wouldn't have surprised her if her partner decided to weasel his way in to ensure she hadn't been murdered. For the first time in their career, Juliet was relieved that Carver decided to swing by her home. She absolutely appreciated his concern, and supposed it was appropriate for today. They knew each other. When they were active and available and when they were not, as it was required for the field of work they had participated in. If something was wrong they would be able to reach one another. But today...well, Juliet took a bite far bigger than what she could chew.
"Didn't expect to see you beat up, either." He grumbled his reply, keeping his grip on her firm but tentatively as she struggled to gain her bearings within his arms. "Hey...hey, try not to move around too much, I don't want you to get any more banged up."
"You are saying that like there is any muscle there to rough me up." Juliet cooed, her chest rattling as oxygen became affixed in her throat and nearly suffocated her in her attempt to let out a chuckle. Carver struggled to heave her, allowing her spine to straighten and her lungs open up in accessibility.
"Hush okay? We are almost there...I'm gonna get you some help okay? You'll be safe where we are going, I promise." Juliet's head barely reached above Carver's arm, eyes peeking around her surroundings in utter confusion. She didn't recognize where she was for several moments, noting that the air around them had grown dark with the freshly set sun. The lamplights around them barely illuminated the empty sidewalk ahead, revealing a quiet, tranquil suburban neighborhood, decorated with apartment buildings and complexes. Home...they were heading to Carver's apartment building. That didn't make any sense...but it hit her soon after and she frowned uncomfortably. If he took her to a hospital, it was likely who had beaten her would find her there and...the apartment building was subtle. He probably had a first aid kit. He had a gun there and managed to wiggle an excuse to have a police dog live in his apartment with him. They would be reasonably safe inside and he could make sure nothing happened while she remained in his care. However, her eyes hooded as Carver rushed in through the side door of the apartment building, noting the stairwell ahead. "Alright, this might get a little bumpy, pull at my shirt or punch me if I end up accidentally hurting you." Carver slowly began to ascend the hallway staircase, Juliet's fingernails slowly digging into the comfort of his sweatshirt. God...he just looked like he was about to go to bed or rest in for the night. She really wished she could have reached out to him sooner, the guilt in her building. God. She felt so bad she pulled him out into this situation. But honestly, what happened had to happen, even if it did result in her battered and bruised. She wouldn't change what she did in the slightest, but she did regret how she handled the end all be all.
"Mmm, has anyone told you how beautiful you are when you are worried?" Juliet slurred after a moment, hoping to rise a chuckle out of her friend. Carver did not respond, eyes glued to the task ahead. With the final step onto the second floor, Carver quickened his pace and approached a door number that Juliet did not recognize. Rather than raising a hand from his grasp, afraid he would drop her, Carver called out
"Amelia! Amelia I need you right now! We've got a situation and we need some help out here." Juliet swallowed at Carver's exclamation, suddenly tightening her grip on his sweatshirt. Carver bundled her closer in reassurance, his chest trembling with nerves.
@Elle Joyner