well I think I've gone mad {pafp} isn't that so sad ?

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    This plot might sound a little weird but bear with me. Mia is a young woman, taking classes at a local university part time, and working part time as a waitress at a local diner. She has an apartment in the city, and in the middle of the night one day, she is woken to the sound of someone climbing into her bedroom window. Of course, she grabs the first weapon she can find and her phone and turns on the lights, threatening the person. But, it ends up being her best friend that disappeared a year before. He's all bloody and beaten up. Last year he'd been getting into some illegal activity, so he ran away. He came back hoping things would be forgotten, but no, they beat him up instead but luckily didn't kill him. He's homeless, broken, and has nowhere to go. So, Mia cleans him up, let's him stay at her apartment until he can get himself together. Now the thing about these two is that they might have been best friends, but they had shared feelings for each other, though neither ever confessed. Mia, though, has moved on and is in a very serious relationship with her boyfriend. But old feelings come up and things become complicated. Mia is confused, torn between her best friend and her current boyfriend. And your character is stuck, still trying to run from his past, but it won't seem to go away.


    More plot twists will be thrown in of course and the background of your character is entirely up to you. What he's involved in, etc. But yeah the basic plot is your character breaks into his best friends apartment, with some serious but not fatal injuries, and she helps him out. Finds out he's homeless and she offers him to stay with her. She helps him get on his feet with a job, etc cleans him up. The more they hang out, the more their feelings come back, but they both have things holding them back from the relationship, so maybe the time isn't right? Yet their chemistry...that's what does feel right. So yeah ANGST PLEASE I NEED IT.
    For your faceclaim - aim for 20-23. No emo / punk fcs ~ PLEASE BE ACTIVE AND PLEASE BE SEMI - ADV TO ADV. Don't be afraid to create or suggest more plot twists!!! Thanks byee



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    AMELIA

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    Here is my character, do you need me to make a form?
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    [justify]I can't win, I can't reign
    I will never win this game
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    I am lost, I am vain,
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    Without you, without you
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 265px; width: 190px; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…0d549401d859518bb5020.jpg); background-size: 130%; opacity: .70; margin-left: -13px; margin-top: -1px;][fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; height: 20px; width: 190px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 200px; margin-left: -9px;]Amelia "Mia" Ashryver[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; min-height: 246px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #BDBDBD; font-family: verdana; text-transform: lowercase;] Mia had quite the busy day; for some reason, the diner got swarmed all friday long. Her shift was from 10am-4pm, but she ended up staying all the way to six because of how busy it was. Mia was running back and forth between tables, doing her best to keep up with the impatient customers. It was awful, but at the same time amazing, since she ended up pocketing a good amount for tips. As she was leaving, she found out some big shot writer in the big city newspaper had come by and written a great review about the service at the diner, and that's why they'd gotten so popular. Once six rolled around, her manager let her go home, apologizing for her having to stay so much longer, and then the young woman was on her way home.




    She stopped at her favorite italian restaurant, where one of her closest friends worked as a chef, and she gave Mia some pasta and chicken parm. On the way, Mia passed the bakery that her and Stephen would go to every Saturday, and scarf down as many pastries as they could afford. She stared in the window, at the cupcakes on display, a pain in her chest. Everyday, she remembered him and missed him. The two of them had been so close, but then he started acting odd before disappearing completely. Mia hadn't gotten a letter, a call, a text, or anything to let her know he was okay. She tried to find him, the police tried to find him, but he was gone. Mia let out a small sigh and made her way back to her apartment, where her boyfriend was already waiting.




    "I'm really, really sorry I didn't get the chance to text you and tell you I was going to be late," she said as she greeted him with a hug and a kiss. Ben, his name was, merely laughed and said it was fine, and that he was starving. So the two of them ate, talked about their day, and watched a movie before he had to leave. Ben was a night security guard, so he pretty much slept all day and was gone all night. Ben didn't live with her though, in her apartment, no..they weren't that serious yet. Mia had actually met him when she was desperately searching for Stephen, with the police. He'd been an officer then, but recently was given a higher paying spot as a security guard of a pretty high tech company. Anyways, Mia cleaned up in the kitchen, turned off the tv, showered in her bathroom, then changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. It didn't take long for her to pass out. However, her sleep was interrupted when she heard some noise coming from the window in her bedroom, that faced the fire escape, and she saw a shadow crawl through. Mia immediately grabbed the taser she had by her bedside ( a gift from Ben), and sat up. "Who's there? I have a weapon!" she got out of bed quickly, grabbed her phone and headed over to the window taser out and charged and ready to fire.




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    stephen hadn't gotten much sleep since he'd disappeared, always paranoid about getting caught. he'd been passing through many towns, living off of shitty fast food restaurants and the backseat of his multi-colored mix of camaro parts and rubber that he called a car, which by the way was way too small for stephen's six foot five stature. stephen didn't know why living like this was best for him, why running from his problems was his way of dealing with these men. the man felt ashamed. he knew his momma missed him, even if he did keep in touch with her, and he knew for a fact that mia had tried her very best to find him.


    stephen shook his head at himself, hugging his right arm close to his chest, what was the use of running? you get away for some time, settle down and feel safe, then you're right back to running, what was the point? the large man grunted as he dragged himself towards the building. momma had told him where mia lived, the same neighborhood as before, just down the street from stephen's old workplace, the mechanic shop that his father had owned, now it was owned by stephen's uncle angus, a red faced man with fiery red curls and fingers the size of cigars. stephen wearily smiled at the old place, his lip cracking open once again and dribbling fresh blood down his dirtied chin.


    six years ago, stephen wouldn't believe anyone if they told him he'd be on the run from men who'd been so close to his father, he wouldn't believe anyone if they told him he would be away from mia for longer than a year. Stephen wouldn't believe any of it, and yet here he is, homeless, beaten nearly to death by the men his father had grown so close to, and returning to mia after longer than a year of being on the run. the man hissed as he clunked his way up the fire escape.


    the wounds that covered stephen were from brutal, cold-blooded fists, from rings more expensive than his life, from knives so cold stephen still felt them on his skin. his shirt, an old ragged out shirt he'd been given from a kind old lady, was sliced open, showcasing a deep and bleeding cut across his chest. blood stained the dirty grey color and a small knife still stuck out of his shoulder where one of the men had got him before he'd passed out. stephen still felt the blood from his head wound and nose trickling down his face, he was pretty sure they'd broken his forearm and fractured his knee. the man didn't bother actually checking before he checked the window that he knew was mia's.


    the blond tested the window before yanking it up, shaking his head slightly, dishevelling his ratty, unusually longer hair even more. "jesus mia, never lock your windows." he muttered in his low brooklyn accent. then he was hauling himself into the apartment, his large body landing with a thud. "so much for graceful landing, good job lynch." stephen muttered to himself before the familiar voice of hid best friend was demanding his introduction with a charged and rest taser.


    "woah, woah," stephen coughed out, his voice rasped from the men who'd punched him in the throat. "i'm not here to kill you. it's me, stevie." stephen held up his left hand, hoping she wouldn't tase him for being gone for so long without an explanation.


    //woo! Sorry that was so long, I had to introduce a lil bit...and since the information about how long he was gone and where they were was absent, I improvised, sorry if you don't like it. Just tell me and I can tweak it...
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    [nono that was great!!]




    It was dark, and whoever was climbing through her window looked like a zombie from the walking dead. She nearly screamed, but stopped herself when she heard the other person speaking. She knew that voice. How could she forget it? And then he told her not to tase him, saying it was Stephen and she nearly dropped to the floor right there. Mia spun around and turned on the lights in her room, tossing her phone and taser on her bed and hurried back over to him under her window. Mia put a hand over her mouth, trying to force herself not to scream, or throw up or something. He looked awful, but it was him, it was her Stephen. "God, Stevie?" she repeated and immediately knelt down to the ground. There was blood everywhere, so so much blood.




    "What happened? Who did this? Why? Where have you been? Oh my god [i]why is there a knife in your back?" Mia flooded him with questions, all whilst tears were forming in her eyes from the fact that he was back, and from the fact he was in such a terrible state. This had to be a dream right? But it wasn't, she knew it wasn't. "How are you even alive right now?" she asked as well, before glancing around her room. "Don't - don't move yet. I'm going to get some towels, we're going to clean you up a little, then I'm taking you to the hospital," she rushed off to her bathroom, and brought back a towel, wiping off some of the blood from his head, his face, even that nasty wound on his chest. "Come on, into the bathroom," she reached out to grab onto his arm carefully and lead him into her bathroom.




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    a weak smile twitched on stephen's lips as mia rambled, shooting questions left and right. he wouldn't answer them all, well maybe the knife part he might have to explain, but he couldn't tell her why he left. not the full story. that was his problem, not mia's and he wasn't going to let her get involved. she was too precious to steve. steve woke up a little when he saw tears forming in mia's eyes. he shook his head and attempted at sitting up to wipe them away. "mia." the man muttered, resting his broad left hand on her shoulder. "i am really glad to see you too." steve rasped, adjusting head against her wall, careful of the knife still in his back.


    then she was talking about cleaning him up and the hospital and stephen was jolting awake. his blue eyes opened wide and he shook his head, gulped around the dry lump in his throat. "mia, no, i can't go to the hospital. people'll, they'll recognize me. people i can't have recognizing me or else i might end up...worse." stephen grunted, helping his much smaller friend drag him towards the bathroom by using the rest of his strength to stand up. he didn't want to elaborate on what these men did to people like stephen and his family, mia was, in stephen's mind, too pure for the gruesome work that those men do.


    stephen allowed mia to drag him to the bathroom, which was more him dragging himself with his arm around mia. once they made it, he collapsed on the toilet, careful once again of the knife in his back. "sorry, if i woke you." he mumbled, eyes hooded with exhaustion.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 265px; width: 190px; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…0d549401d859518bb5020.jpg); background-size: 130%; opacity: .70; margin-left: -13px; margin-top: -1px;][fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; height: 20px; width: 190px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 200px; margin-left: -9px;]Amelia "Mia" Ashryver[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; min-height: 246px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #BDBDBD; font-family: verdana; text-transform: lowercase;] Mia glanced at his arm on her shoulder and then at him as he said her name, telling her it was good to see her. She had to take a moment to blink away her tears and not burst into emotional sobs at this moment. She had to focus on fixing him, she couldn't think about the ache in her chest. Mia gave him a frown as he said he couldn't go to the hospital, because he couldn't be recognized. "Stevie what have you gotten yourself into?" she asked, her voice thick with worry and concern for her best friend. "What if you have internal bleeding? Broken bones? I can't fix those. You have to go to the hospital, Stephen," she argued with him.




    she turned around, turning on the bath water, letting it run until the water was warm. She stuck one of the already dirty towels under it, getting it wet, and then she turned around to glance back at her friend. he was apologizing for waking her up and she let out humorless laugh. "sadly, i am glad you did," she replied. "You're going to need to take off your clothes," she said, already peeling back his shirt from where he had the gash on this chest, and she shook her head. "why would anyone do this to you?" she asked, voice cracking slightly, before looking right at him, taking in his features. He looked so different, yet he was still the same person.




    Her eyes shifted to the knife sticking out of his back. "Alright, keep your underwear on, but let's get everything else off and you into the tub. that wound is going to make a mess when I pull it out," she sighed, and wondered if she could call Ben. He was almost a paramedic once, before deciding to go into law enforcement, and could help. But, she was sure he'd freak out. Mia wiped off more blood from his face for him, and then started helping him get the rest of his shirt off. "Lean on me while you stand," she said quietly.
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    internal bleeding and broken bones are something minor to steve at the moment as he watched his friend clean him up. he'd had broken bones before, steve used to get in fights all the time with his once enemy, james, who just so happened to be the only other person he'd go to with this type of stuff, if he were here. now that steve thinks about it, it was probably a bad thing to let mia see him like this but he missed her and if he was going to die soon, he'd rather have spent his last few days with her and not some old man like angus. "mia, i'm okay. i'll be okay. i've had broken bones before, i know how to fix it." steve reassured her as he adjusted on the toilet to allow her to pry at his chest.


    the large man winced as he did as he was told and moved to take his dirty, smelly shirt off. instead of pulling it over his head, he ripped it the rest of the way off, it was better for the knife still in his back. steve didn't want to answer her question but he found himself giving her a short answer as he fiddled with his belt buckle. "money, and secrets." stephen grumbled, blinking away daze from his eyes. he probably hit his head really hard before passing out. stephen knew mia knew about his father's death, joseph lynch was a rich man with a warm heart and a soft spot for men in need. that bit him in the butt when he was found in the lynch's summer home's driveway with his face smashed in. stephen had found him, and these men had finished is father and now they wanted stephen.


    once again, stephen did as he was told, shuffled his jeans off and ignore the harsh scars of past brawls with these men, all healed after time except for the gashes inflicted earlier that night. the large blond leaned on his friend and in an attempt to lighten the mood, he started humming 'lean on me' by bill withers, a lazy smile on his lips as he stumbled into the slightly too small bathtub. he sat down and moved so his back was to mia, the knife jutting out of his back, right over his right shoulder blade. "you got anyone to call, just in case i do turn out worse?" stephen asked, resting his forehead against the wall above the tub. "your mom? another friend?...a boyfriend?" stephen pondered, voice slipping into a teasing tone easily. he was used to teasing mia, and even now after more than a year's time, he fell easily into it, even with a knife in his back and possible broken ribs.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 265px; width: 190px; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…0d549401d859518bb5020.jpg); background-size: 130%; opacity: .70; margin-left: -13px; margin-top: -1px;][fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; height: 20px; width: 190px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 200px; margin-left: -9px;]Amelia "Mia" Ashryver[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; min-height: 246px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #BDBDBD; font-family: verdana; text-transform: lowercase;] The young brunette was trying extremely hard not to let all of her emotions out at that moment. She also, just a little bit, wanted to puke. But Mia didn't want Stephen to think he was putting too much on her or feeling guilty for coming in the middle of the night like this. But who knows what would have happened to him if he didn't? Mia might not be a doctor, but she knew how to clean and patch up a wound. His front gash didn't look like it was deep enough that it needed stitches, but she might have to make do with a needle and string for the one from the knife on his back.




    Mia wasn't sure what to make of his comment about money and secrets. That didn't sound very good, and she wondered if he would ever elaborate on that. Perhaps when he had some rest and wasn't in such an awful state she could question him and find out about what happened. As Stephen began peeling his clothes off, she noted more scars; scars she knew hadn't been there before last year, and gave him a look that was both questioning, and full of horror. What on earth had he been through? No answers came as he went ahead and leaned on her, taking off his pants. She let out a small snort as he hummed lean on me, but the laugh turned into a choked sob instead, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. Strong, she had to remain strong.




    Once he was in the tub she turned on the faucet again, but then turned on the shower head so the warm water was pouring down all over him, washing his body off. "I could call Ben," she said, "Yes, my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes at his attempt at teasing. His odd mood swings here were concerning. Maybe it was the blood loss. "If things get worse, I will call him. I can't promise he won't drag your sorry a** to the hospital," she murmured, slightly joking of her own. She didn't even warn him about yanking the knife out, and she did, pulling it out. Of course, blood came out as well, and the young woman quickly pressed the towel hard on his back, applying as much pressure as she could to get the bleeding to stop. "Sorry," she said afterwards.
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    stephen only slightly expected the drop in his stomach when mia mentioned ben, of course he asked for it and that's what he gets for leaving for nearly a year and a half without a trace. the man shook his head as mia teasingly threatened him about ben dragging him to the hospital, a wincing smile plastered to his lips. he didn't know what ben worked as but his momma had dropped hints about mia being with someone who was working for the authorities, part of the army or police department. steve knew the guy would question him, especially if he were an officer with the police department, mia had tried searching for him.


    he felt exactly when the knife slid out of his back, pain shot through his back, over his shoulder and across part of his chest. the large man gasped and cried out against the wall, fists clenching tightly. stephen could tell the knife was serrated and it tugged at his flesh, ripping it and causing more blood to pour out. he felt the warm liquid fall down his back, filling the tub and turning it red. stephen watched it with glazed eyes. why did he come here? how could he let mia see this?


    darkness flashed before stephen's eyes and his head felt light and dizzy. he needed to keep the conversation going. stay awake. he couldn't pass out on mia, she was too small to carry 220 pounds of a wet, bleeding, and scarred man, especially in her emotional state. "h-how have you uh...how long have you two been together?" the blond rasped out, glancing over his shoulder at his friend.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 265px; width: 190px; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…0d549401d859518bb5020.jpg); background-size: 130%; opacity: .70; margin-left: -13px; margin-top: -1px;][fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; height: 20px; width: 190px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 200px; margin-left: -9px;]Amelia "Mia" Ashryver[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#262626; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; height: 246px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 255px; min-height: 246px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #BDBDBD; font-family: verdana; text-transform: lowercase;] despite the circkrumstances, Mia found the situation at the moment a little awkward. Here he was, practically naked in her bathtub. A year ago this might have made her blush madly, at how...exposed he was, but now she was just terrified. But, it also made her feel a little flushed, though she hid it well. Of course she couldn't still possibly have those feelings for him right? She was perfectly happy with Ben. And plus, relationships between best friends were extremely dangerous. It could break the friendship if things went wrong. It was a bad, bad idea, and the fact she was remembering this debate now was not good.




    "Sorry, I'm sorry," Mia said over and over again after watching him gasp and cry out in pain. She wished there was something she could do to make the pain stop, to heal him as best she could. She pushed harder on the wound, trying to apply the most pressure to get that wound to stop bleeding, but it was bad. There was so much blood and her stomach was churning even more, but she would not break, would not throw up.




    He asked about her and Ben, and she hesitated for some reason, before replying. "Only a few months. We met a few weeks after you disappeared, but I didnt really let him take me out for a long, long time." she replied, and pulled the cloth away to see the blood wasn't gushing out anymore. Mia mumbled about being back, and when she returned she had an old sewing kit. She threaded a needle, all while her hands were shaking. First, she grabbed HCL to clean off his wound as much as she could, instead of using just water. "I'm going to stitch this up like this for now, but I think I'm going to have Ben come over tomorrow and look at you," she mumbled as she began to work on the knife wound on the back, threading carefully while her hands shook - well her whole body was kind of shaking too.




    "Where have you been, Stephen?" Mia asked finally, cutting the string as she finished, and then took the shower hose, moving it all around his body until she got almost all the blood off, and turned the water off. Mia looked at him, very pale, sickly, and bit her lip, wrapping a towel around his shoulders. Once he was dry she was planning on bandaging everything up, getting him into clothes, and tucking him into bed. Mia moved to sit on the edge of the bath, letting him sit there for a while until he felt okay to move, in the meantime running a hand through his wet hair carefully.
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    stephen listened quietly, his eyes glazed and lips chapping with the continuous shallow breaths escaping his parted mouth. he hoped he wouldn't be too bad, he couldn't risk the hospital, these men knew everybody, he'd be caught again and beaten worse than this, or maybe even killed. he didn't want to die. he wanted to stay with mia even if she did have a boyfriend, mia was his best friend. stephen loved mia with all his heart, even if he had left her, hurt and broken. now that he thinks about it, maybe he deserved all those beatings, maybe it was punishment for hurting the ones he loves.


    mia patched up his knife wound and mumbled about ben again all while steve was trying to stay awake. "don't let him take me to the hospital, mia, i don't have insurance and those men will find me." stephen rasped, eyes cast down at the bloodied water. he felt her fingers trembling against his back and he wanted to leave. he'd come here and forced this upon her, he should have just seen angus and dealt with his drunken yelling and harsh hands. stephen mumbled a small apology to his chest, glaring at the gash there.


    her fingers were soothing in his wet hair, he didn't want her to stop. stephen didn't want to answer the question but she needed an explanation. he'd be broken and angry if mia had disappeared for a year and a half for now reason and came back nearly dead in the middle of the night. stephen huffed out a breath and rested his head on lap hesitantly, he didn't know if they were allowed to do that. "i was...mia i'm so sorry for leaving you! i was in michigan, i have no family there and they wouldn't, at least i didn't think, look there. they broke into my house and hurt momma the night i left you, it wasn't real bad but it was enough to send a message." stephen sighed, his eyes downcast. he felt guilty, he was such a wimp. stephen lynch finally ran from a fight and ended up nearly dead. "mia, im so sorry." the large man started to tear up. stephen was a sensitive man and had cried many times infront of his friends but only a few times infront of mia, twice to be exact and that was when his dog died and his father was murdered. stephen moved to wrap his arms around mia, ignoring the sharp pain in his right arm and rested his head against her stomach, sobbing soft apologies.


    //you know, i was thinking about this and i don't think it would work out because of how short of a time that he was gone, but what if mia had a kid or something? i know it won't work anymore, maybe, but i wanted to throw that out there because you said you love angst and I love angst. i also thought maybe ben could possibly be cheating? idk, just throwing ideas out there
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    [the baby thing might be a little hard but I don't have a problem messing with the timeline, changing the years apart. who's child would it be? maybe she was pregnant but lost it? and I'm OK with the Ben thing that could be a thing yes]




    Mia wanted to just slide into the bathtub and hold him close until he felt better, but he was so big he practically took up the whole thing. She didn't want to hurt him anyways, she could tell he was already in excruciating pain.once he was out if the tub she would give him some painkillers to hopefully dull it a bit. Of course they wouldn't be hospital medicine but it might make him a little bit better. She sighed as he desperately asked her not to let Ben take him to the hospital. He sounded so scared, and it angered Mia that someone would do this to him, would scare him this much that he even feared getting medical help. "We will see how you're doing in the morning," was all she said. If he was worse, she wouldn't hesitate to get him help. Plus, Ben used to be an officer, they could protect Stephen, keep him safe from whoever it was he was scared would find him.




    She was surprised as he leaned his head on her lap, but she didn't mind, she just kept threading her hands through his hair, trying to be soothing. Mia of course was shocked to hear that someone had broken into his house and hurt his mom. Mia loved Stephen's mom; she talked to the women almost every week, and visited often. She was a second mom to Mia, and it was nice because her parents were always going on vacations, she didn't see them much. But hearing that they hurt his mom, oh it made her even more angry. But of course, not at Stephen. She could never be mad at him, she loved him too much. "I understand," Mia no longer blamed or was upset with him for leaving. "It's okay Stevie, I forgive you," she whispered, reaching up with her free hand to wipe at her eyes. He was crying, she was crying. "I'm just happy you're here and you're okay...sort of," she mumbled, watching him wrap his arms around her waist, head resting against her stomach. Her heart hurt for this young man in her tub, her best friend. Mia moved her hand to rub his back, the other still in his hair.




    "Whenever you're ready, I'm moving you to the bedroom," Mia said quietly. He was going to stay with her, that way every once in a while for the rest of the night she could check up on him, make sure he was alive, breathing, and not in a coma from that head injury of his.
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    //maybe the child could be Ben's, I mean, he was gone long enough for her to have a child but then again it'd be just a little baby, so maybe the child is from a previous relationship that mia kept secret from stephen for some reason and the child stays with its father or something, idk. Maybe Stephen was getting a little distant before he'd fully disappeared and mia had the baby during time that he was avoiding others?


    stephen sighed against her stomach, catching his breath from the sobbing, plus the being punched repeatedly in the chest still took a toll on him. he didn't want to pull away just yet, he was comforted, he felt safe. stephen didn't think about the possibility of the men finding his ratty camaro parked anywhere near the apartment, it was hidden pretty well in the ditch near where he'd been beaten nearly to death. he also didn't need to think about the men finding mia, they didn't know mia existed or that stephen even knew her. that thought lifted some weight off the man's shoulders.


    "i'm tired, mia." stephen muttered, chuckling softly at himself as he pouted. he pulled away and tugged the small towel around his cold shoulders tightly. he slowly stood up, leaning against the wall as support just in case his blow to the head was too serious and caused him to make it worse. the large man rested against the wall for a minute, a dizzy spell had hit him, nearly knocking him and causing him to topple into the corner of mia's sink. once he finally got himself together, stephen turned to hold his better hand out to mia. he waited for her to take it before walking with her out of the bathroom.


    stephen shivered in the a/c, glancing down at mia and leaning against one of her walls. "I doubt you have anything that will cover someone as big as me, huh?" he joked around his slightly chattering teeth, the movement pained his jaw where he was sure a bruise was forming on either side. being this disabled was annoying to stephen already, he felt useless because of his injuries, he was a grown man who should be able to handle himself in a fight and yet, here he was, scarring his best friend for the rest of her life because he ran away. stephen didn't know how long he'd hold this against himself but he was sure it probably wouldn't be soon.
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    Mia didn't want him to move either. He looked sick, and she enjoyed this comfort, and she wanted to make sure he was okay. She had no idea what to make of all of this, except that she wanted to do everything she could to help him out. What was he going to do about these people that were after him? They had to make that stop, Stephen couldn't live his life in fear all the time, it wasn't a life. She would protect him, keep him here for now, until things started to look better.




    She sighed as he said he was tired. "I know, me too," Mia said, and slowly stood up as well, arms outstretched to try and steady him as he took a pause, leaning against the wall briefly. Her brown eyes stared at him, a silent asking if he was okay before he let her lead him out of the bathroom, holding his hand, standing close so that he could use her for support if necessary. Mia also grabbed the first aid kit to finish bandaging him up.




    "Actually," she said with a small smile. "I still have some of your clothes somewhere in my closet from when you slept over," she brought him over to her bed and sat him down on the edge before heading into her closet, digging in a bin until she produced a pair of sweatpants and tshirt. "First things first, though," she pulled out a roll of bandages, and wrapped them tightly around the one on his chest, then the one on his shoulder, and anywhere else there was a serious cut. Mia placed the clothing in his lap. "You're like a child. Do I have to dress you?" she asked with a small smirk.
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    //I mean her having the child while he was gone might work because maybe she got pregnant before he disappeared, and since maybe if she was only about 2 months pregnant, it wasn't really showing through her clothes and stephen was a little distracted by the guys and all this, and maybe now the baby would be like around two years old, and is walking and talking like a pro or whatever? And maybe the father of the child has something happen to him, or maybe he ends up going on business and he's forced to leave the child with mia during stephen's stay? And maybe ben could cause more angst because of the baby or something, idk I'm still just throwing out ideas, just tell me if you want to do something else...


    stephen sat patiently as she bandaged him up, his body was shivering slightly due to the colder room but it wasn't too bad and it didn't cause any of his wounds to hurt except for his jaw. "oh well that's good!" stephen smiled lazily at mia, watching her work on bandaging his shoulder. he didn't know how he would thank mia for this, he couldn't buy her anything, no, he had no money left. he also couldn't take her out somewhere nice and treat her to something. stephen couldn't do anything other than stay alive and hope that mia stays out of this mess he got himself into.


    a snort escaped the wounded man as she flopped a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in his lap. "I think I can dress myself, thank you." his voice was light and he moved to stand when he remembered his wet underwear. "did I ever bring any underwear over?" stephen asked, eyebrows raised. he really could remember if he had, and if he hadn't, he could just go with none, it wasn't a big deal. he didn't wait for her answer before slowly pulling his shirt over his head, hissing a little bit at his shoulder pain. "so uh, how has life been treating you after all these years, mia?" he tried to force himself to ignore the pain by talking getting his mind off of it.
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