#HE HAS A SMILE THAT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE * II CARDIOMYAPATHY

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Bluu swam in and out of consciousness. She preferred “out” because then she wasn’t aware of the pain. The pain was a challenge. It was the biggest challenge she’d ever tackled, and most of the time, it kicked her ass. There were times when the drugs were either wearing off enough to let her think but still keep the pain somewhat at bay, or when the drugs were taking hold with precisely the same result when she knew that this was the price she had to pay for surviving the attack at sea.

There was no magic healing, no easy trip back to the land of the living. She had to grin and bear it, though there was no grinning and an awful lot of bearing. Every decision she’d made in her life, every step she’d taken, had led her straight to that rowboat and the creature that had flipped it over in an attempt to devour her. That was the point at which she’d nearly died from her injuries and the point at which she’d been tossed back into the land of the living when fishermen had found her floating face down in the water.

No detours allowed, no shortcuts from half-dead to mostly alive. Bluu remembered, with a clarity even the drugs couldn’t affect, every moment of what had happened after she blacked out. Real-time, though, was hazier. Sometimes she would hear the nurses talking when they were in her ICU cubicle, the words drifting in and out of her brain and sometimes making sense, but just as often not.

When she did understand the words, she felt a detached wonder: a surgeon had saved her? That was ridiculous. The island hadn’t announced the presence of a new face. Right? Bluu’s memory of the attack, or between, was fuzzy. Though a Fogling had attacked her, it would certainly explain how she felt physically and why the agony in her side seemed to expand to every cell of her body. The Fogling had snatched her up in its large jaws and shook her small body back and forth, absolutely determined to make her its next meal. Bluu had no sense of time, what day it was, or anything beyond the bed she was on and the unceasing battle she fought with the pain. The nurses talked to her, too, explaining over and over that she had an “accident” out at sea, what they were doing, why they were doing it. She didn’t care, so long as they delivered the drugs that kept the pain at bay.

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#HE HAS A SMILE THAT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE * II CARDIOMYAPATHY #SAVING GRACE II * CLOSED RP #ahhhh this was a bitch to write #but I am proud of it

[bluuxriising]

It had been her idea to take Kelly out on a camping trip to get him used to Fog Hollow’s marshes and forests. A doctor from the city with no blood ties to this island or a single friend to rely on had found refuge in her cottage, and like a kind-hearted hostess, she’d packed some things and coaxed him into joining her on a little trip. The experience would do wonders for his personality and help him become used to Fog Hollow’s flora and fauna. She’d even given him a hatchet to defend himself with, but that had been her first mistake...especially when a far-off noise startled him and caused him to swing the weapon in her direction accidentally…

...Slicing off only part of her curly bun and causing her to stumble.

Bluu had tried to catch herself, grabbing for a bush, but she was already in mid-step when her left foot slid out from under her. She tried to catch herself with her right foot, only to have it land in a hole she hadn’t been able to see in the darkness. In the split second during which she realized she was going down, feeling helpless and stupid and afraid, Bluu put out her hands to break the fall but at least had enough sense not to straight-arm herself. The last thing she needed right now was to break an arm or a collarbone. With a squeal, Bluu landed hard, jarring every bone in her body, and for a stunned moment, she lay there on the muddy ground, silently taking inventory. She was jolted in every bone, every muscle, but she was pretty sure she was okay, except for her right foot. It was still in the hole, the toe of her boot caught, her foot twisted. The pain screamed at her, her ankle throbbing inside the boot...and her anger skyrocketed. 

“KELLY! WHAT THE FUCK?”

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#HE HAS A SMILE THAT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE * II CARDIOMYAPATHY #CAMPING TRIP II * CLOSED RP #YEAH SO THAT HAPPENED

[bluuxriising]

☂️ where she's trying to hold it over his head, so he just takes it from her so they're both covered!

The cottage was empty, as it had been for years until she came. Hers was the only inhabited house on this entire beach. It made Bluu feel as alone as if she were the only person on this godforsaken island, though she knew the locals were still here. A few times when she’d been walking on the beach, she’d passed one or people who’d come out to sail, but for the most part, she’d had the beach to herself. The windswept desolation had appealed to her desire to be near the sea, and in a way, the pouring rain did now, too. Bluu walked with her companion for what felt like hours, with a cool breeze blowing in her face and her mind so numb she could barely think. Not thinking was good. So immersed she was in the sights and sounds of the sea that she barely acknowledged Kelly plucking the umbrella from her hands and lifting it to shield them both from the worst of the downpour.

Ah. How sweet.

“Did you know that the ghosts of sunken ships still sail these waters?” she asked, “Spirits of the drowned sailors would work the ship and sail as if they’d never died.” She managed a tiny smile, thinking of the ghastly specters before turning to look up at him. “And you...aren’t you cold?” Bluu unwrapped her soaking wet scarf from around her neck without waiting for a response, wringing it dry before placing it around Kelly's neck.

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#HE HAS A SMILE THAT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE * II CARDIOMYAPATHY #bluu loves the rain tbh lol