When the Sun Doesn't Come Out Tomorrow {Deja & Dj//Marree}

[cameo]

There's nothing but a dull ache that carries myself, along with Deja, to the apartment Prism has directed us to. How could I just leave him behind? How can I possibly believe cradling this child to my own protection, is better then her being treated for by professionals? Feels as though I'm only baffled in this situation, on each and every aspect. This tiny redhead within my arms would be much better cared for by nurses, but then what would lie ahead of her? If that was her Father back there, nothing aside from a load of questions and the foster system I suffered for years in. For some reason, I already have a sense of obligation to save her from that. 

As gently as I can, I set Deja down beside the entrance to release the door to our new safe home. Why is it not hard to believe that Prism's very well prepared? I want to reassure her that everything's going to be okay now, because it is. There's no doubt my Love has this all planned out despite never knowing. Yet my heart is off in the danger he mucs be enduring, and all I can do is  scoop her back up to bring her into the comfort of the apartment. Somehow I manage to flick on the lights with this small bundle in my arms, and we're generously greeted by a warm environment.

One second, I only say internally as I lay her down on the couch and go off to the find the kitchen. Been through plenty of withdraw of all sorts. First thing that's required in all cases, water. The place is of a nice size, which soon gets lighten up as I flick on every light I come across. I need to trick myself into believing Prism is simply in the other room. After a bit more searching, I finally come across a cup to fill with water and return back to Deja's side. 

 "Hey sweetie." I greet while taking a seat that nearly rubs up against her legs. "My name's Dj." Feels as though we haven't even had proper introduction, though we might of during that chaotic event. Hard to recall. "And my boyfriend's name is Prism." Boyfriend, that's an odd word to arrive from my lips. My mind trails off back to him for a moment, before realizing what's already before me. This young Redhead has been through so much already, and doesn't need to be dragged into anything else. "He's going to be fine by the way. Being cared for doctors as we speak. Now we need to get you feeling better." A soothing grin even discovers a way to spread across my cheeks. 

"I need you to take some sips of water, okay?" For this moment, I have to set aside the fact that the other half of my heart is currently elsewhere. Patiently I wait for any kind of reaction, before carefully lifting her head up slightly and bringing the rim of the glass to her lips. Only a bit of water is allowed past her lips, especially given I'm unaware if she can even swallow with her condition. That little bit is impossible to choke over, though I still keep her head up a tad just as a precaution. "We're going to have you better in no time." I promise while setting the glass down on the coffee table a foot away. "Deja right? Don't worry, you have people to care for you now." I promise, since it's the only thing I have at this second.  

[Marree]

She's gone for far too long. The immense feelings of pain is starting to come to my mind and telling me that I'm being taken from one torturous prison to the next. I don't kow what to expect. I have no clue what kind of 'place' this is that she's brought me to. Will I ever see daylight again? When was the last time I saw daylight? When was the last time I was able to feel grass except for the hours ago when I was laying on the ground? Dj, come back...

But she don't. Instead, I hear the 'flick' of the lights just after they flood the house a bit more. I can see the spaces between and near the couch completely lightening up and it gives me a sense of calm. Light is a healer and visibly a great reassuarance of good. I prefer to see. I prefer to look at the things around me if only my eyes move the most. They take in the most of the apartment. Though, my eyes feel heavy.

They are wanting to close despite the need to stay awake and survey what's going to happen to me. Who else would be here and what is this girl's intentions with me? Not to mention the poor boy that is back there on the ground bleeding to death...

Prism... Dj, go save him. I try to want to say, but the words just don't come out as fast as I want and it only comes out as a cluster of moans that sound like words used to be there. No sooner that I thought it, Dj comes back to my side, sitting on the edge of the couch to the point that her legs barely touch my own. It's a sense of calm but the cup that she brings has me worried.

"Hey sweetie." She tells me her name and the name of her boyfriend. So, they are a couple? So, the relationship between the two is more than just friends... or theives that happened upon my sorry person and decided to save me from an early death should my father need to just push a little more poison into my system for one more day of pleasure.

"I need you take some sips of water, okay?" The cup she brought with her has what in it? Water... Water? Just water? No added things? No more poison? No more drugs. Please, don't do that to me, Dj. I'm so tired. After a few moments, I give her a sudden, but very light nod, and I stare up into her eyes and then break the contact with the cup. Ever so gently, she takes control, slipping the liquid into my mouth and I had forgotten how hard it is to use my voice and tongue to do the most simple of things. The small intake of water doesn't go down that easily and I swallow the liquid but cough when I feel it not go down all the right way. It's only a small cough that I elicite and the water feels so wonderful as it coats my dry tongue and throat. More. Please. I need more.

My eyes go to the cup and then back to DJ as she maniulates my body to hold my head up. This is what I always have to do with my father. He manipulates my limbs and body into the positions that he wants me in when he injects that poison. He moves me to create that perfect scene. He treats me as a porcelain doll even though I'm not one.

I listen to the girl's voice in front of me as she just talks. Her sweet voice of a caring soul smoothly dances into my senses and the more she talks, the more I seem to trust. Especially when she tells me that I have people to care for me now. Does that mean for good or until I am better and able to do my own bidding then boot me out of the door?

"More. water..." I say, forcing my hands to move or something, but my fingertips are the ony thing to really move and I use them to tiptoe up to the spot where the cup is laying but with it being on the table, I give up and let my hand fall dead to the world without another moment of strength to continue. So, I close my eyes for a moment.

Just breath, Deja. Breath softly. [/i] My eyes open back up and I look up to her and let two words slip past my own lips in the form of a desperate plea.

"Hug me?"


Hugs used to be one thing that always made me feel better... right now, it's something that I need to feel alive.

[cameo]

Only takes a small cough to have my heart racing a million miles per hour. Certainly it's only a kneejerk reaction, due to lack of performing the most simplest of tasks, but instantly I'm worried. Very cautiously, I hold her up a bit more to allow the water to go down properly. "It's alright." I find myself becoming soothing until she's passed this scary obstacle. To think that there is so much worse to come. Yet already I know that all I'll be able to do, is sit by her side and provide her with whatever I can. It may be a long journey, but I'm determined to make it worthy.

"There you go, you're good." I reassure as her small coughing fit, which I'm overly reacting to, calms down. Carefully I set her head back down on a couch pillow, to find my hands still slightly shaking from all that's happened. This small child is now under my protective care, I have to concentrate on that. Soon enough Prism will be returning to both of our sides, I have to believe in that. Suddenly my attention snaps back upon Deja, as I hear faint words slip from her mouth, more water.

Can't deny that after those minor coughs, I've become timid in giving her water. Even if I only give her tiny sips at a time, what if she ends up choking? And I'm unable to save her from that... It'd make all of this pointless. But then again, how can I deny her need for water? Takes a moment of hesitation before I finally realize my jobs is to care for her like a professional. "Okay, but no more coughing." I joke softly, probably expressing my concern more then I should. Again I bring the cup up to her lips, and accept a small sip to come past her lips. 

Somehow a grin manages to come across my features as I realize what I'm doing. I'm saving this girl. At least for this moment, my mind is not upon the love that I have abandoned. It's focused on the young girl I can still help. I watch her closely, as though she's a fragile newborn of mine. That's when I notice her mouth begin to move, speaking out such a simple request. Deja desires a hug. 

At this very second my heart entirely sinks. Out of everything she could possibly need, she's asking for nurturing human contact. Has she not been receiving this as all children should? I picture myself in her, desperate for th affection of love. Without a second of thought I scoop her up into my lap, hoping to provide much more then a simple embrace. Gently, yet securely, my arms cradle her with a load of love. "You're going to get better now." I reassure once more while I snuggle her close. Now I've decided to not release her until she's fallen asleep, and never let her go from her on out. Somehow, Deja's become Prism & I's first child. And I will always care for her as exactly that.