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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| namenlos | February 9, 2010, 4:34 pm Post #166 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Ew, what a creep! And she didn't even know he was there.
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| Kimmi | February 9, 2010, 5:09 pm Post #167 |
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Grrr... Chris !! If he breaks even a hair from James' head, he's gonna have to deal with me and my new toy... ![]()
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| Oh Hell | February 9, 2010, 8:59 pm Post #168 |
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Okay, I wanna kill him. Slowly. With many torturous devices. Electricity, knives, fire... no guns needed here girls. What a fucking creep! |
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| mishmash | February 9, 2010, 10:17 pm Post #169 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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omg hes so creepy! |
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| Auluna Raie | February 9, 2010, 10:36 pm Post #170 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I think we have our official AGFS recruiting poster
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| Kimmi | February 10, 2010, 1:52 am Post #171 |
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:horns2
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| elena | February 14, 2010, 3:07 pm Post #172 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I hope you will post more soon!
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| Olyamet | February 15, 2010, 3:48 pm Post #173 |
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Jäger.....
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Sorry took so long... Thank you for waiting girls! And now more! XVIII. Here for you. (Angel's POV) All day James had visitors. I was afraid he would get tired with so many people wanting to see him and I was afraid someone would bring up the topic of his ability to play again. My heart skipped every time someone got too close to that question and every time I turned the conversation to something else. I talked to the doctors earlier and they all said the same thing, they didn't know if he would be able to use the fingers in left hand. The burns were severe and his hand was still too swollen to see just how badly his tendons were damaged. So far he couldn't really move his fingers and I prayed to God that it was due to bandages and swelling. He could still sing, but knowing my James, I knew he would be devastated if he could never play again. My boys flew in from England with my Mom and I finally talked Kat into going with her to the hotel, so she could have some normal food and rest. My baby was here with me for the last two days, since I couldn't even think of leaving James alone. We ate some junk food from vending machine in the corridor and I made her a little bed out of chairs, but she preferred to sleep by her father. The nurses felt sorry for us and got us some hospital food from the cafeteria, but to be honest, junk food was better. Every time Kirk, Lars, or Jason came for a visit, they looked lost and I could understand that. They weren't sure of the future, worried for their friend and for what would happen to the band. I knew that all of them would avoid that topic, talking about anything but that. Those were the only visitors that I trusted, letting my guard down. But being on my full attention with worry all day took it's toll on me, and then the visiting hours were over I felt absolutely exhausted. The nurse had to basically drag the the last guests out, and when the door behind them closed, I laid my head on my husband's chest sighing with relief. James brushed his right hand over my hair. “Angel, please go and rest, I'm fine I swear.” “We'll leave this hospital together.” I kissed his cheek, running my fingers over his face. “You need a normal bed, normal food... please.” He tried to bend his left arm and his face twitched with pain, making me rise with concern. “You want something more for the pain?” “No... I hate how loopy that shit makes me feel. I'm okay.” His hand pulled me back to his chest, and I gazed into his eyes, worried. “You sure?” “This works better...” He pulled me to his face and grasped my lips with his. Our kiss drowned my worry, and I heard myself murmur. “Oh... baby...” He pulled me closer, returning his lips to mine and deepening the kiss. His head rose to me, breathing deepened. His arms tightened up around my body and he release a moan, sliding his left hand over my back. Then he dropped his head back into the pillow and I saw tears in his eyes. “I hate this! Fucking bandages! I can't feel you... and this thing in my dick's driving me crazy, I want it out!” I felt his frustration, and his pain and I knew it wasn't about bandages or catheter. I knew he was scared, and he didn't want to show that to me. It's okay baby... I know... I'm here for you. I'll wait till you're ready to talk. For now, we'll just take a small steps... “James, you know they have to measure how your kidneys work...” I started slowly. “If they need to measure it, I can piss in the urinal, I want it out!” He sounded like a kid. “Okay, we can do that. I can help you with the urinal... I'll hold it... since you can't fully use you hands yet...” I emphasized the word yet. My eyes peered in his. Everything will be okay, you will recover, everything will be fine, I'm here.. I know... I know you don't want me to know how scared you are, but I'm here... His eyes looked into mine and I read thank you in his gaze. He pulled his fear back, covering everything with a joke. “Yeah... right... as soon as I feel your touch... pissing would be the last thing on my mind!” “Well.. then you'll just have to deal with that catheter...” “Fuck no! I want it out!” “Okay, okay...I will ask the nurse, but her decision is final.” I smiled, he wants at least some control, he wants dignity. You go it babe. Anything to make you feel stronger. I called the nurse and after a few minutes of bargaining and promising that not one drop of urine would be miscounted she pulled the catheter out. I laid by James and he turned on his side, placing his head on my chest. “Thank you... Angel... I...” I heard his voice shake, his arm tense up, raising up and went down hitting the covers. I press him to me, kissing his face, stroking his arm with my hand. “I know, baby... And I also know that everything will be fine... we'll pull through it. You hands just need time to heal, time to recover, then we'll hire physical therapist, to train your muscles back in full power and you will be back playing your guitar in no time...” I felt him press me closer. His whisper blew over my skin. “I hope so...” “I know so! Don't worry, just rest, you need your rest, sleep.” I hugged him, holding him in my arms and stroking his hair. When James fell asleep I carefully slid my arm out. I'd planned to finally take a shower and change into the clothes my mother had brought for me. I looked back at my husband, making sure he's still asleep, grabbed my bag and stepped into the bathroom. |
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| Kimmi | February 15, 2010, 3:56 pm Post #174 |
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Aww... poor guy... but seems to be ok. Thanks for update, Olya. I enjoyed it.
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| MetalSanta | February 15, 2010, 4:24 pm Post #175 |
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Imitations are pale...
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That's what I call love and support ! I hope he/they'll go through it, but it seems so far away... Great update, yeah !
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| namenlos | February 15, 2010, 5:25 pm Post #176 |
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Aw, poor James... catheters suck big time. He'll be wishing they'd left it in when they finally pull it out, though. I mean, OUCH!
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| Olyamet | February 15, 2010, 5:29 pm Post #177 |
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Jäger.....
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But it's a nurse's secret... I left that part out...hehehe |
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| namenlos | February 15, 2010, 5:33 pm Post #178 |
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I know all too well, being a nurse myself, not to mention the fact that I had to have one when each of my 2 sons were born. They hurt more coming out than they do going in!
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| elena | February 16, 2010, 7:56 am Post #179 |
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Thank you for the update! Poor James.
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| Olyamet | February 22, 2010, 8:41 pm Post #180 |
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Jäger.....
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Okay...don't kill me girls... more... (Chris POV) I can't believe how smoothly everything went, I came up with a lame story about my friend in the hospital getting pain medications and that I was worried about side effects, and my brother told me everything I needed to know. Pain medication overdose stops breathing. Easy and undetectable, since he already have it in his blood. Perfect! Finding Morphine was not a problem, money can get you anything. I made my way to the burn unit without a slight problem, mixed with the visitors. I sat down in the corner with the other people in the waiting room, pretending to be one of them. Everything was going as planned. Right before the last visitor left, I made my way to the staircase and hid there. Now all I had to do was wait, sooner or later the nurses would leave to do something and I would have free access to Hetfield's room. I just hoped Angel would be asleep by then. Funny, but the fact of what I was about to do didn't bother me at all. I was about to kill a man, shouldn't I be nervous or something? I smiled. I felt nothing! Not a slightest regret, hands not shaking, nothing! Just a strong desire, burning in my heart. The image of Angel entered my mind. I closed my eyes, drifting away in my daydream. She is on stage, completely taken by her music... her hair sweeps around in a slow motion, opening her face... her full lips parted... eyes half closed... orgasm written on her face... she bends back, sliding her guitar to the side... God... she is pure sex... Oh... Angel! Soon you will be mine. I picture myself by her, holding her in my arms. She smiles and pulls me in for a kiss... Oh... God... yes... kiss me, love me... mmnn... My hand ran over my groin, feeling my flesh pulsating. Oh... fuck... I can't do it right now. Concentrate! Not now! I just have to wait a bit longer and she will be mine... all mine. A loud beeping interrupted my thoughts. What was that? I opened the door slightly and saw the nurses and doctors running to the room at the end of the hall. “Code blue! Get the crash cart!” Is that what will happened after they find him not breathing? Not good... I need to find out how they know when someone stops breathing. That beeping... the alarm... I need to make sure no one finds him until it's too late. Think! I walked through the double doors to the nurses station, looking at the screen that was blinking blue with room number. Okay... so this is how they know. I looked under the desk and pulled on the cord connecting the monitor to an outlet. There! Now quickly before they all come back. I looked around, making sure no one saw me opening the door. I peeked inside, the room was lit only by the night light at the head of the bed but I could see that the chair by the bed was empty... I walked in, tightly closing the door behind me. Angel was not here, I didn't see her leave... did she leave when I was hiding on the stairs? That is another lucky coincidence! I swear, someone is helping me, God or the Devil, but everything is just perfect! I quietly stepped closer to the bed. He was sleeping. I don't want to wake him up, better deal with a sleeping lion, it's easier that way. I wondered if people could sense that they were about to die? I ran my fingers over the syringe in my pocket. I smiled and pulled the syringe out, taking the cover off the needle. I looked at the fluid inside of it, funny how this can kill... It would be more impressive if I had a sword and just stabbed it into his chest, but this would have to do, maybe less showy but more powerful. I stepped to the line that was connected to his arm, running with fluids. Take it in your hands and just inject it in, so simple... so easy... Here it goes... taking a life for love. I looked at his face, and smirked. “You should've died on stage... that would have saved me the trouble... but don't worry, I'll take good care of her, I'll be there for her when she morns you, wiping the tears from her eyes, holding her close, letting her cry on my shoulder, comforting her... and you'll be powerless to stop me. Time to go to Hell, goodbye...” |
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I mean, OUCH! 
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