In Need of Help (open)

[Nightstripe]

Spark lays there, still and serene, for a long while. His breathing is the only thing you that seems to be active about him. His chest lifts and falls in the slow rhythm that sleep allows. Even in sleep his mind stays active, Lisa… wonder who would want to hurt her… why would… His thoughts drift from words into images as he falls deeper into unconsciousness. His analytical mind and curiosity bring up a dream of her. She starts as she is, bandaged, bruised, and green haired. As he drifts even deeper into sleep, his mind goes to work, cleaning her image up.

Back in the physical world, Spark stretches slightly. His eyes don’t want to sit still; they roll slightly as his face changes direction to follow them. He moves onto his side, letting his arm stretch across Lisa to fall on her far shoulder. His dreams continue, and her images in his head changes farther. Her hair drifts through various shades of color as he searches for the correct hue. What did she call it… ginger… As he finds a satisfying tone for her hair, he moves on to her skin. It heals miraculously, at least in his dreams, and takes on a paleish, smooth complexion. A slight smile slides across his face as he sleeps, his image now completed and curiosity sated.

Well, almost sated, Spark is an adolescent boy after all. The grin grows wider as he starts to investigate Lisa in his mind’s eye. He is disappointed as a rain drop wakes him. A grimace crosses his face for a moment before his eyes open half way to stare at Lisa’s form under his arm.

[jakomocha]

I continue to lay down, still with my eyes closed, when I feel Spark's arm on my right shoulder. I feel much more protected with Spark's arm on my shoulder. After a while, I myself fall asleep. I wake up as I sense Spark's head moving. He looks somewhat disappointed until he sees me under his shoulder. Although my foot is still aching, my minor injuries are somewhat better and I think my voice has returned. I look up to the sky to see a bright sun with a few dark clouds to the side. I really enjoy the sunlight. Wait a second, last time I remember it was sunset. All the sudden it hits me; we have been here for about a day. If I was not injured I would probably jerk up and mention something, but I am injured. I decided to just enjoy the moment, with my head snuggled up on Spark's shoulder, when I feel rain. I mean, I felt a few drops before, but it wasn't much. It was now pouring. Well, it wasn't pouring intensely, but it still was pouring. I am starting to get cold. I look at the sky to see that the once beautiful viewable sun is now being covered by rain clouds. "Dang it!", I mutter in a cracky voice (I suppose my voice isn't 'perfectly' better). I hope I didn't shock Spark by randomly speaking. I jerk my head up for a moment, and then lie it back down next to Spark's shoulder.

[Nightstripe]

Spark blushes after a moment as he sees Lisa under his arm, realizing just the position he is in currently. He removes his arm, rolling back to look at the sky as she does. It doesn't occur to him how long they've been there. The realisation that they'de been sleeping together was distracting him. Don't look... Don't look... He wills her in his head as he finds his notebook and does his best to cover certain things about his anatomy.

Hoping she didn't notice anything, he resumes looking at the sky. How long have we been here?... How long was she... He blushes a little deeper, remember how his dream was going. His thoughts are interupted as he's suddenly getting facefulls of rainwater. He turns to look at Lisa as she yells at the sky, realizising she should probably not sit in the rain.

He stands, attempting to pick her up. His knees almost buckle at the unusual amount of strain he's suddenly putting on them, but he manages. He blushes again as he carries her around untill he find a tree to shield them. He let's her down in a seated position in the dryer area, sitting down next to her and placing his notepad across his lap, continueing to shield curtain things from her view

[jakomocha]

Spark, who could obviously tell the rain wasn't the most comfortable place for me to be in, literally picks me up until he finds a tree to shield us. His knees were shaking on the way to the tree, but he still managed to make it to the tree without dropping me. Spark is quite the gentleman. He was blushing on the way to the tree. When he lays me down in a comfortable position he gets in his own seated position. I know I should thank him once again, but I am going to save that for later. I think of something to ask him, and the first thing that comes to mind is "What did you dream about?" I myself think of what I dreamt about, and like normally I can barely remember. I have some blurs of the dream. I mean I remember Spark was in it. And I was in it too, it wasn't one of those dreams where the person dreaming is like the god of the dream or something. I think my mother was in it too. So was my stepfather and Tommy. I remember that there was fighting and kissing, but I can't remember who did the fighting and who did the kissing.

[Nightstripe]

Spark blushes a bit deeper at the question. His right arm starts twitching and he quickly places his other hand on it to steady it. what do I tell her?... make up something... He opens his notebook to start writing. He can't seem to get his elbow to sit still long enough to write comprehencably. Looking annoyed, he starts flipping through different positions to try and get the words onto the paper. He finally manage, having to balance the notebook in the crook of his left arm, holding his left elbow steady and writing mostly with his wrist. Turning that paper to her, it reads in a slightly less neat writing then usual Just graphics programming. Is that believable?... it's sort of true... no... He quickly adds And clothes to it. He looks away from her slightly, blushing even deeper and holding his violently spasming arm as still as he can.

[jakomocha]

I guess Spark is not only mute, but he has some arm issue. He keeps on twitching his arm. It takes Spark longer than usual to write because of his arm, but I am quite patient. He eventually hands the paper in handwriting less neat then normally, Just graphics programming. He then takes it back and jots something else down, and then hands it to me, and it reads And clothes. That's quite a boring dream. But hey, it's better than not remembering dreams at all. He starts blushing and I realize something. He's probably lying. It doesn't really bug me, since dreams can be quite private. It surprises me he didn't ask me what my dream was. I see him holding his arm, preventing it from twitching. I try help him by holding down his arm too. If it bugs him, he can just ask me to stop. I then realize he might be thirsty, and I had the water the whole time, so I ask, "Do you want some water?" My voice sounds pretty much back to normal now, but I have to somewhat whisper.

[Nightstripe]

Spark allows her to leave her hand on his arm. He starts to calm and the twitching subsides into simple shivering. Spark is still shirtless as he used hi shirt to dress the knife wound. He starts to hug himself a little, his whole body shaking, though not as bad as his arm twitching. He declines the water at first, not wanting to lower his body heat much more, but then realizes he's really rather thirsty, and takes it. Drinking slowly, he looks out into the foresty area in front of them.

[jakomocha]

Spark declines the water offer. He must not be that thirsty. He starts shivering. I need to do something to keep him warm. Eventually he comes and sips the water. I say to him, still shivering, as he is shirtless, "Is there any way I could keep you warm? If you want, you can take your shirt off my foot." I know it will hurt me a lot if he takes the shirt off my wound, so if he does that he will need to be very careful. Thinking of my foot reminds me of the pain, and every few seconds I move my foot up in pain.

[Nightstripe]

Spark shakes his head and gives a declining gesture with a hand. I could take her bandage... It's ruined anyway, not sure how warm it'd be all torn up and soaked in blood... Body heat could work... He blushes as he even considers the alternative. He shakes his head again, this time to clear it, then begins writing once more. How long have we been out?

[jakomocha]

Spark shakes his head, so he must not be too cold. I realize he was blushing, and then shaking his head. Within an instant of shaking his head his blush seems to fade. He gets his notebook and writes something down. When he hands it to me I read: How long have we been out? It was a question I had been wondering myself. I remember getting tired at about the end of the afternoon, near sunset, and waking up in what seemed midway through morning. I gulp as I say, "I think it's been about half to three quarters of a day." Then I say, much calmer, "If you want to leave you can. I might be here for a while, and if you have to get headed back." I know he will probably not leave, but I am giving him the option too anyways.