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Lily , The Hot Dog Hater
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Oct 08, 2014 05:15PM
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"I-I-I," Taylor wheezed, already feeling her consciousness fading.
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"Big...big p-pointy...thing. Out," Taylor whispered. The world around her went in and out of focus. "S[censored]t," Taylor muttered as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She went limp in Hayley's arms.
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Clary smacked his hand. "Are you f[censored] stupid? That spear could be barbed, and pulling it out could injure her even more. Even if it isn't, that spear is probably clogging most of the blood that should be gushing out," she pointed out. "We need to wait for Magnus," Jace advised. ***
Taylor awoke on the floor of the hospital room. "No! Why can't I go away? Why can't I just leave?" Taylor sobbed.
Jordan made a move to comfort her, but stopped after seeing her glare.
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Jace turned angrily towards Daniel. "And you're not going to be the one to do it."***
"Why am I here?" Taylor asked. "Why am I here?"
Jordan gave her a look. "I told you. You -"
"Shut up. All of you, just shut up!" Taylor analyzed the room, looking for something - anything - to assist in her escape.
The doctor, however wouldn't allow it. "Taylor, you have to understand. All of this is fake, the entire world you believe to be reality is fake! Do you understand me? This is your life now, regardless of what you believe. Now. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Choose wisely, Taylor."
"The hard way," Taylor snarled. The two men from before came to hold her down as the doctor prepared another syringe. This time, Taylor didn't resist.
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"Unless one of us is secretly trained in the removal of spears, I think we should wait for this Magnus person. If it isn't removed properly, we could hit a vital organ, or she'll bleed out," Hayley said. ***
Taylor woke up strapped down to the bed. She tested the restraints, pulling at each of them in turn to see how limited her movement was. "Rise and shine," a friendly voice said. Taylor lay still, remembering something from her last visit to the real world. Somehow, in her underoxygenated state, she'd figured out her plan. Hopefully, they'd gotten the message. Remove the spear. Preferably with the help of a professional. And as painlessly as possible. Oh - and try and be quick about it!
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There was a knock on the door. ***
"And who might you be?" Taylor asked, falsely cheery. The owner of the voice turned around. "I can't believe you don't remember me!"
"Magnus! Don't tell me you're one of them," Taylor pleaded.
"You mean the strange doctors formulated by your drugged imagination? Please. Simon can be quite convincing with fire messages, though. I'm here to relax your consciousness as my real body does all the hard work in reality. They all seem to think I'm a doctor. You need to work on the intelligence of your imaginary friends."
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"Magnus Bane, warlock and expert projectile remover, at your service." The warlock bowed. Turning to Izzy, he added, "and you'd better be glad your brother is so hot, otherwise you'd all be screwed."***
There was a loud CRASH! from outside. "Hm. About that..." Taylor said, trying to gesture towards the door. Magnus cursed under his breath as one of the doctors entered. "Leave the patient alone!" Someone tried to grab Magnus, but they were flung across the room. "This patient is about to provide some really good reasons why you guys shouldn't exist, and why her reality is so much better," Magnus said pointedly, starting at Taylor.
"Right. Well...for starters, you're acting awfully suspicious for a mental institution. And uh... you all act too...uniform. No personality difference." The crowd didn't look impressed, so Taylor thought for a moment.
"And even if this was real, in my version of New York, I'm surrounded by an obnoxiously large group of loving people who'd never leave my side if something like this were to happen. I'd rather have that 'lie' than the abandonment and hurt I felt here."
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Magnus stepped into the Institute, rubbing his hands together. "All righty. Let's go, Taylor."***
The people around her, excluding Magnus, looked surprised. "Good job. In a few minutes, I'll have worked the spear out in reality, and we can't leave until that happens, or you'll pull something similar to the weird spasmy number Simon talked about. Until then, you're going to be under heavy sedation. Sweet dreams!" Magnus called, and as if by magic, Taylor began to feel drowsy. The overwhelming urge to sleep overcame her, and she let it.
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Hayley moved off the couch, making sure to give Magnus plenty of room. Magnus smirked, pleased with himself about the impression he was giving. He crouched down beside Taylor and snapped about half of the spear shaft out so he could work more closely with the point. Then, Magnus tore off pieces of Taylors shirt so he could see the wound. He traced the wound with his index finger, whistling under his breath. "Nice and clean shot. Missed a large amount of the important stuff - who threw this?" He wondered. "M-me," Amber stammered, looking down at her feet shamefully. "I-I didn't - I - " she began to explain, but Clary cut her off. "I'll explain it later."
Magnus nodded, then went back to work.
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Magnus cleaned up the area around the wound, then grabbed a few things out of his bag and began to set up his spell. He muttered a few words underneath his breath and poured something around the spear. Carefully, he removed the spear point, immediately covering the exit wound with a large gauze, applying pressure. Taylor didn't react - a sign that the anesthetic was doing its job. As the fabric began to soak through, he muttered a few more words. Slowly, the blood decreased in flow, and Magnus relaxed a bit. He removed the gauze and made sure to summon any remaining bits of spear from the fairly large hole in Taylor's abdomen. Then, he wrapped the gauze with a bandage to replace the pressure he was using previously. "For my curious bystanders, I just removed the projectile from Taylor's body. However, we still need to remove the poison from her system. The most effective way to do that is for me to enter - well, more like reenter - the simulation she's undergoing, making sure she can find her way out," Magnus explained. He closed his catlike eyes, going back into the poison-stimulated world Taylor was in. ***
Magnus shook Taylor awake. "I got the spear. The best path out of here is for us to run - and quickly."
Taylor looked up groggily. "Couldn't I just stab myself like I did earlier?"
Magnus shook his head. "Too much shock for the body to handle at this stage. You're already gonna be in pretty crappy condition when you wake up. Don't make it any worse."
Taylor reluctantly got up and followed closely behind Magnus. Then, she ran.
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"Yes, now shut up," Magnus's eye twitched as he spoke, but he kept them tightly shut. "I have to concentrate."***
Magnus flickered for a moment. "What's happening?" Taylor inquired, not stopping for breath as Magnus shoved the door open. They weaved through a mob of ticked off doctors. Only when they'd reached open ground did Magnus reply. "People...on the outside. Asking questions. We need to find the exit. Got any ideas?"
"It's northwest of here. That's all I'm really sure of," Taylor replied. Magnus readjusted his course. They'd just reached the door when Taylor stopped dead in her tracks.
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Magnus nodded. "Thank you," he said, going back to full concentration. ***
Magnus followed Taylor's gaze. "Taylor. Taylor, it isn't real."
Taylor stared uncomprehendingly ahead, to where her brother appeared to be struggling in the psychiatrists' holds. "Ryan. What is Ryan doing here? H-he doesn't exist in this world. Not from what I got from the memories. How could he be here?"
"It's the poison. It's mutated to try and keep you here. Taylor, if you go over there, you're dead. They'll convince you it's all real, and you will be dead." Magnus realized Taylor wasn't listening; she wasn't listening at all. She stumbled towards her brother, but Magnus grabbed her shirtsleeve. He turned her so their foreheads were touching. "Taylor. Taylor, look at me. It's the venom. Do you understand? He isn't real."
Taylor bit her lip. "What if he came here - like you did?"
"Not possible. Just listen to me, Taylor. Listen."
"I'm sorry, Magnus," Taylor said, running off to try and help Ryan.
Magnus sighed. "So am I." He muttered an incantation and Taylor collapsed on the ground in front of him. He slung her over his shoulder and ran out the door in front of him.
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Magnus and Taylor's eyes shot open at the exact same time. Taylor tried to sit up, but the gaping hole in her stomach sort of prevented that. "Ow. Magnus, I - "
Magnus cut her off. "It's really me who should be apologizing, seeing as you're about to enter a comatose state. It's all apart of the process of PEOPLE WHO NEVER LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO HEAL THEM!" he gave a tight lipped smile.
Taylor groaned. "Coma? This is getting really-" Once again Taylor was cut off. For the third or fourth time that day, Taylor involuntarily closed her eyelids.
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"She didn't listen to me, so now she faces the consequences. She'll be awake in a few days. In the meantime, put her in the Infirmary. Make sure to change out the gauze every couple of hours. A few iratzes wouldn't hurt either. Call me when she wakes up. I think I'll go now," Magnus waved, then disappeared through his newly made Portal.
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"No," Marissa said.
Amber looked to where Taylor lay on the couch. "He said to put her in the Infirmary. I'd like to help, but I'm not sure where that is," she said timidly.
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"The Infirmary is that way," Clary pointed.
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"Yeah?" Marissa asked, trying to situate Taylor.
Amber said nothing, instead choosing to help situate Taylor.
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"Not this again!" Marissa said.
Amber felt really out of place with the arguing siblings, but she didn't know how to find her way back, so she remained where she was.
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"No!" Marissa fumed.
Amber took Taylor's shoes off, setting them by the bed. She pulled the sheet over Taylor's shoulders, trying to make the strange girl as comfortable as possible.
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Daniel and Marissa were too busy arguing and Amber wasn't nearly stupid enough to interrupt. "There was a big...army of creatures all sent by their mother-" Amber gestured to Daniel and Marissa, "-and I was sent with the mission to, um...to poison Taylor. I'm really sorry and I understand if you're angry with me. Being under someone else's totalitarian regime is no excuse," Amber said, completely sincere.
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Amber looked down at her feet. "I was only trying to help," she muttered. "I'm sorry - I really am."
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"Neither does talking about it, Ryan," Ben pointed out, coming in beihnd Ryan. "I just heard the whole story from the adults. Magnus came and got it all sorted out, but there was some sort of problem. That's why Taylor's in here. Something about not listening to Magnus..."
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Amber looked between the two boys, unsure of what she should do. She hated being so shy; so... soft-spoken. She took a deep breath."Taylor is in a coma. I did all that I could. I told as much as I could about the wound, I helped pinpoint someone who's been tracking Daniel and Marissa for a while,long time, I helped carry Taylor in here so she wouldn't be as uncomfortable, and even when I was about to throw the stupid spear, I aimed somewhere I knew she wouldn't be hurt. Somewhere she could survive. I'm sorry if that wasn't good enough for you." Amber retorted, her voice still quiet and a bit shaky.
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"But you still stabbed her with a spear!" Ryan said, and exited the room.
((#thatawkwardmomentwhenyournosebleedawakenstheEarth))He was right. Amber thought. Ryan- was that his name?- was right. No matter what she tried to tell herself, she'd still almost killed a complete stranger. A single tear trailed down Amber's cheek, leaving a track in the grime on her face.
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Marissa sighed. She looked down at Amber. "You're dirty. When's the last time you showered?"
