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Tyrese got exactly what he expected he would, another shrug meant to shake off any fervent pull he once had in being able to confide in her for her own good. She didn't want to see anything but her own way, and when she was stuck in that position, you either had to ride with her or get lost. If it meant anything, he hadn't spent this time trying to make her feel dirty and guilty; if he was trying to break her down with derogatory insults he wouldn't be pleading with her to see sense. Lillian...obviously didn't want to be helped, to see herself as needing to do more than apologize before her choices were justified. They weren't, and she didn't care that her behavior was pushing everyone away. She'd rather live with her pride and blame it on all other people and variables. He'd never been so disappointed, or insulted, by her. He knew he did nothing wrong, he wasn't going to chase her around like his desperate broken self from high school. She treated the one man coldly who she should let in. She wasn't getting anything out of him he hadn't already said. Her 'finally' sounded like she'd been waiting for that one excuse that justified her turning her back on her problems rather than fixing them. 'He didn't want her, so she wasn't obligated to give a damn.' The wolf only sighed dismissively. He knew it would happen, that she'd pull straws and spit back at him something he'd already tried to clarify. Shaking his head, the journal she kicked was the last thing on his mind. "Are you delusional, woman? Our daughter has been acting out for weeks, she is not happy. She has gotten lost multiple times and fell down the ******** stairs. She is not safe. She thinks mommy and daddy will leave her all alone. She does not feel loved right now! What world are you living in?!" He snapped at her constant use of illusions are glamour, watching her walk away before he fell against the bed. The wolf huffed up at the ceiling before beginning to thrash, unable to stand his own anger any longer. "For ******** sake, Lillian! FOR ******** SAKE! CONCEEDED b***h, JUST GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" What was her problem?! What did she want him to say?! He'd poured himself out to her every time she approached him and she spat on it! She couldn't stop this behavior even once! Even for Sela! The wolf felt a sharp pull in his side and the sensation on tearing, he yelped a sharp cry, pressing his hand over the stiching and rolling on his side. His hand was laying over his face as he sobbed and murmured profanity under his labored breath. Agh, it hurt! Why was she bothering to stay here?! Why?!



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Tyrese squeezed shut his burning eyes, his fingers gingerly curling protectively over the place where it hurt the most. It felt like a red hot poker had been pressed into his side, but the slightest hint of pressure to judge what happened was almost unbearable. His side heaved with rapid breathing anyway, the man turning his ear to Aubrey as she dropped to his side. His whole body tensed at the word of her wanting him to move, his head shaking as he inhaled a shaking breath. Impossible, he wasn't getting up like this. She coaxed him a bit more, though he didn't budge before she said she had him. He opened his eyes, they were gold now, as he made a patting motion on his side without touching it. "I-I think its worn off." He stated through gritted teeth. The wolf didn't know if it'd been the six hours before his next dose of meds, but either way it wasn't doing him any good. Although slowly, whimpering quietly, he sat himself up and shakily pushed both feet off the air mattress. He wanted the medicine first, but obviously that would take longer given he'd threw it all as far across the room as he could manage. One of the bottles scattered what was inside, hopefully not the ones that killed the pain.

He released his side to grope around for his crutches, which he'd discovered already, wasn't much good for him when tucking the metal support under his arms put strain on his stiches. He was learning to hobble around with just one for now, letting Aubrey assist on their way to the next room. He could smell heated water and see the remnants of steam escaping the room, quietly eyeing the brunet as he found somewhere to sit. He tried to get comfortable and keep his casting out of the way. It was clunky and difficult, but hopefully fully dry. Ty went back to studying the lady in the room. "You okay, Aubrey?" He asked, tucking the crutch beside his leg as he looked up at her. He's spent enough time with her to begin recognizing her stress and anger, he wasn't always the one who was see through...though she wasn't exactly trying to hide it. Her eyes had hints of teary pink and she was practically growling at him when she spoke. All it took was the blonde walking into the house and the peace was gone. Perhaps it was better he asked her to go home? But she wouldn't leave him with Lillian, and he knew it.



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The air that filled his expanding rib cage was warm and thick, steam visibly rolling in waves over the mirror hanging over his sink. It was still slightly humid in the room, but rather than uncomfortably inspecting the calm waters of the porcelain tub, which he suspected was near boiling or worse, his marigold orbs clipped between visibility and shadow as he locked his gaze on Aubrey from below his eye lashes. Hers wasn't much better than a painted on doll's face, with pinched peach lips hiding a brooding eruption of volcanic proportions. He'd never seen a woman so angry and altogether controlled all at once, with Lil she always just exploded. The wolf tucked one hand between his legs, grazing his braced wrist against the water protective lining strapped over the cast on his right leg. She was too quiet until she asked if Lillian caused him pain, a question to which he quickly shook his head. Even if she did he'd lie at a time like this, it was that instinct that tingled in the back of one's mind that forwarded of a cataclysmic event on the horizon. Ty locked his lips and carefully lifted the strap to his sling from his left shoulder and let it fall from his arm. The limb felt weak and protested when he tried to move it.

The wolf ignored it, his focus still preoccupied on the brunet's face as he eased off the brace on his left hand and placed it on the sink countertop. He was the slightest bit relieved there was something to shift his devotion to, he could manage his sanity easier when someone else needed him to be together. Perhaps that was a cruel thing, he wasn't suggesting he was pleased by the crystalline droplets grasping her lashes like rhinestones, but it meant he needed to look past himself. Was it some kind of desperation to please? Like a pet that sought to console it's master? Yes, he should have seen sooner that having her assailant here would be hard for her, with how desperately she clinged to the utterly vulnerable life nested beneath her abdomen as well as the life within herself. The male grabbed just above her elbow, directing her down to his level and closer to his reach. She was easier to access, his hands cupping her face with both frailty and grace. Something in his stomach was a whilpool reminding him his place was not one in the same with Finn's, but in semblance to Halloween he would fill the second most gap he could in holding her up. He wasn't a broken enough man to leave her flailing at the side of a deserted road.

He dropped both hands to tighten them around her lithe frame, pulling her into a mutually pained embrace.



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If both their existences had rotted away to scorched sand and crumbling towers of their once lives, Tyrese wondered if they had the means to construct an oasis for themselves. And would it be wrong? At this point it would only be for survival. The starved and despondent hearts laid withered and apotheosized, but they weren't dead. No, not yet. Out of desperation and shreds of hope, one would give up a ration to keep the other going for a step more. The wolf grunted, hitching his shoulders to support the falling trooper as she threw up the white flag in a last move to find refuge from the storming troops of shattered realities. His weight kept her afloat, letting himself be a shelter. He exhaled, his chin nestling into the side of the curls. The ride of silence lasted a few long minutes to let her drain the boiling toxins that had rattled the pipes behind his walls before it finally leaked from her eyes. Ty patted her back softly, trying to think of encouragement that hadn't already been uttered and disappointed by the lack of fruition in sight. Was Finn going to come through? The wolf knew this no more than he knew, until just minutes ago, if he could turn things around with Lillian. He didn't want to lie to Aubrey Teagan about her Teagan if the man was busy betraying the same character they'd once given him credit for. And right now he couldn't make Lillian leave, he certainly wasn't being chased out of his own home to get away from her; but for everyone else he'd accept the sight of their fleeting forms, they didn't have to tolerate her as part of their lives like he did. Their little world was getting even smaller, but he wasn't going to watch and allow the final monument to derail itself. His gaze lifted to the ceiling, his breath shuttering briefly. "If you could only know what we really are, when we arrived to Earth from out beyond your star. We were amazed to find your beauty and your worth, and we will protect your kind, we will protect your Earth. I will fight for the place where I'm free. To live together and exist as me. I will fight for the world I was made in, the Earth is everything I've ever known. I will fight to be everything that everybody wants me to be when I'm grown. The odds are against us, it won't be easy, but we're not gonna do it alone." The lyrics and perhaps most of the melody weren't spot on, the wolf knew it from the start, but he still knew the song well enough simply because she loved it. In catholic school he was once apart of a mass choir, and while he'd hated it he remembered how to sing. It was only his vocal cords that serrated his voice. While for this reason he usually didn't attempt to even hum, he felt the need here. He sang it quietly and lowly, trailing off in the last breath of the line he saw fit as a means to end end. She wasn't alone, not by a long shot. He wasn't Finn, he couldn't be. He was only Tyrese, and if being that could make a difference, he was offering it up with no reservation. He only wanted it to help, wished it would spawn an earthquake that shook off the coat of a broken marriage and smothered hopes and cries for help. If it was just them for a while he thought it would be okay; after all, she was all that had kept him going so far. He wanted to make the offer if she had nothing else. The loneliness of pain and isolation, that was not how he wanted to die.



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Tyrese smiled weakly, ignoring that the room was beginning to tilt. He closed his eyes momentarily after feeling her touch, his brows furrowing with a more apologetic touch. "Sorry, those were all the lyrics I knew. I heard you singing it back when I was at your place." Her prior clinging left him throbbing more than he'd already been, his mind reluctantly drifting to the living room floor where his medication was scattered. He looked into her face, searching for signs of life how he once remembered not so long ago. The only picture he had was a single moment on the beach, where things had been not so okay, but closer to happy than today. All he could do was grow from the ashes, if there were hopes of that. He had a feeling he could, staring down at a red stuffy nose and flushed cheeks. However, at the immediate moment while she cried for her husband, there wasn't a n appropriate chance for moving in on something that wasn't his. "I still think Finn needs a little bit more time. Just a little. I'll still be holding you up until he comes through or you stand on your own." He encouraged quietly, choosing this route once more. He was determined to stand behind this marriage, because Aubrey and Finn were his best friends. He had respect for how faithful the brunette was to the ring she wore and the man who put it on her. He then snatched his arms away from her, a grunting cry conveying a small buckle in his composure. He grabbed his side, the blood sticky and half dry. "I think maybe I should wash up now and get back in bed."



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Tyrese was happy to hear Aubrey's comments, that something menial like that still mattered. Those small details he kept for no good reason at all made someone feel good. He disliked it, but his worth reflected a lot on how he could make others feel; one would think he'd take this time to work on himself instead. He felt sour. But what could he do when Aubrey was falling apart right here in front of him? If he could do something, he would. His emotions were his own vain, his desperate clinging to the good feeling of being needed as much as he himself needed. More bitterness, like liquid nitrogen poured over his gut and the once careful sympathy pouring out for the brunette. He felt empty again, defeated by this turntable of discord. He exhaled back to reality as Aubrey's forehead came to rest on his chin, giving a supporting stroke of her hair before she removed herself. He used his arm to prop himself up where her body was missing, wincing at the stiffness of his bandages.

"I'll be okay by myself. You can leave." He smiled, looking at the drying streaks on her face. She'd feel better for a while, but if Finn didn't come back then she'd be back in this rut before long. That was the latter rain of the problem; as he made sure she shut the door behind her he exhaled the lump in his throat and strung his fingers through his hair. He stileed a snuff of a sob or two, growling to himself in frustration before leaning against the back of the toilet. He couldn't even feel the cold porcelain on his buring skin. Shaking as he did so, he slipped off the front half of his gown and grouped gingerly for the start of the guaze wrapped around his torso. The first several rows fled away with ease, but stopped once it met his flesh. The dried blood glued it to his side, and he fearfully hesitated to pull it forward. The parts of the wound that were already exposed looked like tenderized meat as it was. It glared back at him with angry inflammation and insistent pulsating.

The wolf dug his teeth into his lip, otherwise feeling numb as he turned the entire of his body to grab the hospital-issued bin Hakem left for him on top the toilet. Uttering a mental thanks for the older wolf, Ty leaned over to fill it with water from the bathtub. He dipped in his finger, not quite forgetting the steam pouring from the room. He didn't want to end this day with a burn across his legs from boiling water. If he could just get through this bath then he would be okay. Using his hand as a ladle, he wet the gauze and felt some fall away. That was before the water soaked to the bleeding parts, a sting which finally brought his tears forth. Who decided this fate for him anyway? Who up there was flipping through of picture book of ways to tortune humanity and signing his name next to every sheet? He could hear his mother spewing something about his abandonment of God and religion returning onto him exactly what he deserved. ******** her.

He exhaled, lulling his head back and telling himself to get a grip. He adjusted his posture, wet the bandages again, and continued doing so until all of it fell away and could be unraveled. He tossed the bloodied mass away and lifted his arm to inspect the damage. Squeezing the sponge provided with the bin, Ty locked his jaw and patted the area clean. With one adbrupt, painful cry, he covered his mouth and leaned his hand on his knee to keep himself up. No, he wasn't worrying the other one with coming back in here to check on him. He rocked back and forth for several long minutes, ten, he realized when he looked at the clock. The water in the bin was cold. He renewed it, squeezed on some body wash, and cleaned himself starting with his calfs. At some point, his memory beginning to black these parts out, he finished cleaning the wound and had gotten most of his body clean too. New blood ran down his side, but not much. He was too much in pain to care anyway. His mind felt delirious and cracked. He couldn't hear the sob in his voice when he called for Aubrey. Hell, anyone at this point, to come and save him. He needed that medicine.



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