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Tristan had fallen asleep in the car, so Ash took the opportunity to call Jeremy and let him know what was going on.
She dialed his number and drummed her fingers impatiently, and when he picked up the phone, she gave him no chance to speak.
"Jeremy, are you home?"
The unspoken was obvious- Please say you'll be there. I need you RIGHT NOW.
((Sorry for the shortness. Picking up from where we left off in Gen's journal, obviously.))
She dialed his number and drummed her fingers impatiently, and when he picked up the phone, she gave him no chance to speak.
"Jeremy, are you home?"
The unspoken was obvious- Please say you'll be there. I need you RIGHT NOW.
((Sorry for the shortness. Picking up from where we left off in Gen's journal, obviously.))
Painting
Ash sat cross-legged on her floor, staring at the canvas in front of her. She hadn't touched any of her supplies since before Tristan died. Sighing, she shakily picked up her brush and began her work.
Two hours later, she finally gave up, leaving the canvas to dry and going to the bathroom to clean her brushes. After all of that was put away, she sat in the bathtub and began to cry. She couldn't do it. Her hands were ruined beyond repair. She'd been silly to think that she could try to make anything of worth... she was useless, just like the canvas in the other room.
Hospital-Again
Damage: dislocated shoulder (right), fingernails and toenails missing (all digits), three toes cut off (two smallest on the left, the smallest on the right), fractured fingers/hands, extensive lacerations, extensive bruising, fractured ribs (6), cracked ribs (3), cigarette burns (stomach [11], back [19], neck [14], bottom lip [1], undersides of arms [5 on right, 6 on left], inside of thighs [8 on right, 7 on left]), 6 missing teeth (upper left central, lower right lateral, lower left incisor, upper left lateral, upper right 2nd bicuspid, lower left first molar), broken nose, minimal internal damage
The medical report was much more extensive-
Memorial Service
The casket had already been shipped to be buried in Scottish cemetery where his father's family lay. His mother's remains had been shipped there as well. Ash hadn't had the heart to follow them there, though, so with Irene's help she arranged a memorial service to honour Tristan's memory.
The attendance list was short-
*Ashton
*Jeremy
*Eoin, his father
*Irene
*Greg
*Gen and Benvolio
*Carlson
*Goodall
*Mycroft
*John
But these, for the most part, where those who loved him most. A few of course didn't know him well but went in support of Ashton.
Thoughinstead of a service, it was rather an open house at Ashton and Jeremy's where peo
God Said No
Ash jolted awake, her heart racing. Something was very, very wrong. She could sense it. She slipped out of bed, murmuring "I'm checking on Tris" as she left the room. She had no clue if she'd woken Jeremy or not, but she didn't bother to check. Tristan had had a pretty bad cough the day before, and she hoped it hadn't worsened during the night.
The blonde walked into his room and went over to the side of the bed. His breathing was shallow and rapid. His entire body trembled, and whens she put her his skin was frighteningly hot and clammy.
"Tristan!" Ash cried, gathering him into her arms. "Tristan, what's wrong, Honey?"
He moaned in pain
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"Yeah, I'm home. What's up?" His eyebrows furrowed.