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elydesiaTitle: Bathroom Blood
Author: haruka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
etherealkittens
Fandom:Fixing Loving Eliot Groussé (original)
Characters: Eliot Groussé/Marina C. Groussé
Prompt: 005. Glass
Word Count: 502
Rating: T
Summary: Marina + falling = blood.
Warnings: Blood! Medium graphic, I think. And some nakedness, but non graphic.
Disclaimer: This is miineee >;D
Fixing Loving Eliot Groussé
005. Glass
Everything was clean; crystal clear and pristine. White, porcelain. But there was a loud crash and an outcry as, first, everything went red, then black.
Loud stomps sounded up the stairs to the second landing of the flat, then to the washroom. Eliot smashed open the door, cracking the wood against the metal bar where towels hung.
Marina was crouched on the bloody floor with an arm sliced, a giant gash on her torso, and a red lump on her head, already starting to bruise purple. She looked up at him with a sad smile, her once fluffy-white towel loosely regarded around her legs and waist area. She was naked except for the towel. The glass shower door was shattered everywhere, allowing the shower head to spout out water across the small bathroom, diluting the blood.
Eliot didn't say anything. He left the bathroom and closed the door. He went to get his cell phone, immediately calling for an ambulance. He spoke calmly and with a reasonable tone.
He finished quickly, however, tossing the phone on the soft white bed. Eliot turned around and headed back to the bathroom. The aspects of blood and a hurt Marina reminded him of the time he picked her up on a road outside Paris, and it made him angry.
When he opened the bathroom door Marina was standing and had covered herself up with the bloody towel. With fluid movements, he grabbed a few more towels and took only two strides to her. Eliot lifted her up from by her underarms and sat her on the sink counter. “Stay,” he said and viciously pulled the towel from her.
“If you're going to use those towels to stop my bleeding they'll be stained with blood forever,” she said, but Eliot didn't care. He didn't stop to even listen as he started dabbing and putting pressure on her bleeding parts. She winced and let out a small yelp.
No more than five minutes had passed when the ambulance arrived and by then Marina was starting to feel dizzy, six cups of her blood on the tiled floor and a couple soaked towels. All the while, though, they both remained calm. Eliot because he had trust in the emergency system to be fast, and Marina because Eliot was so calm.
Eliot had the sort of authority where if he said something, it was usually right. So if he was calm and told her she was going to be all right, of course she would believe him. He had good reasons to believe what he did, and though she didn't know what they were, him believing in them at all was good enough for her. He was like her idol, added-on to best friend and husband. She loved him, respected him, and adored him.
Paramedics quickly did their thing and scooped Marina away to the ambulance. Eliot decided to stay behind to clean up the mess; the bathroom full of his wife's blood and her clumsiness. Glass.
Author: haruka
etherealkittensFandom:
Characters: Eliot Groussé/Marina C. Groussé
Prompt: 005. Glass
Word Count: 502
Rating: T
Summary: Marina + falling = blood.
Warnings: Blood! Medium graphic, I think. And some nakedness, but non graphic.
005. Glass
Everything was clean; crystal clear and pristine. White, porcelain. But there was a loud crash and an outcry as, first, everything went red, then black.
Loud stomps sounded up the stairs to the second landing of the flat, then to the washroom. Eliot smashed open the door, cracking the wood against the metal bar where towels hung.
Marina was crouched on the bloody floor with an arm sliced, a giant gash on her torso, and a red lump on her head, already starting to bruise purple. She looked up at him with a sad smile, her once fluffy-white towel loosely regarded around her legs and waist area. She was naked except for the towel. The glass shower door was shattered everywhere, allowing the shower head to spout out water across the small bathroom, diluting the blood.
Eliot didn't say anything. He left the bathroom and closed the door. He went to get his cell phone, immediately calling for an ambulance. He spoke calmly and with a reasonable tone.
He finished quickly, however, tossing the phone on the soft white bed. Eliot turned around and headed back to the bathroom. The aspects of blood and a hurt Marina reminded him of the time he picked her up on a road outside Paris, and it made him angry.
When he opened the bathroom door Marina was standing and had covered herself up with the bloody towel. With fluid movements, he grabbed a few more towels and took only two strides to her. Eliot lifted her up from by her underarms and sat her on the sink counter. “Stay,” he said and viciously pulled the towel from her.
“If you're going to use those towels to stop my bleeding they'll be stained with blood forever,” she said, but Eliot didn't care. He didn't stop to even listen as he started dabbing and putting pressure on her bleeding parts. She winced and let out a small yelp.
No more than five minutes had passed when the ambulance arrived and by then Marina was starting to feel dizzy, six cups of her blood on the tiled floor and a couple soaked towels. All the while, though, they both remained calm. Eliot because he had trust in the emergency system to be fast, and Marina because Eliot was so calm.
Eliot had the sort of authority where if he said something, it was usually right. So if he was calm and told her she was going to be all right, of course she would believe him. He had good reasons to believe what he did, and though she didn't know what they were, him believing in them at all was good enough for her. He was like her idol, added-on to best friend and husband. She loved him, respected him, and adored him.
Paramedics quickly did their thing and scooped Marina away to the ambulance. Eliot decided to stay behind to clean up the mess; the bathroom full of his wife's blood and her clumsiness. Glass.
