Heartbeat, Heartbreak (Mischa)

[Riley Dalton]

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* That was the only sound heard in the stark white room, as rain combined with wind battered against the window, drops of water running down the glass pane. A lone figure sat in the chair beside the bed in the room, as Riley watched the rain fall outside, his arms folded across his chest lightly. He had come almost immediately after he had heard on the news that the suspect of the Candy Store Massacre was Mischa. He didn't want to believe Mischa did it, hell, he didn't even know she had a criminal record. Guess being away for two years did that to a person. But murderer or not, Riley was going to stick by her side, she was one of his good friends regardless. He continued to stare out the window silently, before looking at Mischa, who laid unconscious on the bed, monitors beeping, ghostly green waves the only visible sign that she was still here with Riley.

Stretching his right hand out, Riley gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, trying to be as careful as he could. Moving his hand away, he immediately clenched it into a fist, as he looked at Mischa, a calm but sad look in his amber eyes. Every day since he learned she had ended up in the hospital in a coma, he had come to visit her, even if she might never wake up. Fighting to stay awake, Riley's head would droop down before he jerked awake. Before he knew it, Riley had given in to his exhaustion and fell asleep, his arms folded lightly across his chest as he snored quietly. He always came in the morning before class started and immediately after his classes were done, staying until visiting hours were over and he had to be literally dragged out of the hospital. Shifting slightly in his sleep, his mouth opened slightly as he continued to snore away. It was raining the first time he had visited Mischa in the hospital, back at Point Hope. It was raining today too...

[Mischa Badoer]

Gun shot.

Her finger twitched.

The pain was too unbearable... The bullet shot through her.... killed the baby...

No.

He killed the baby.

And shot her.

No.

In her mind she was trying to piece together everything. All the events she had gone through were scrambled and she was struggling to make them right...While she was under a coma. Now she had been under this come for a long time now...just enough to have the bullet wound heal....the scar was still pink.. but that was only due to the fact they had just removed the stitches the day before. While this all went on..Mischa was trapped... lost to the current time and the going-ons in her life.

He killed her baby.... Kevala broke up with her... If he hadn't done that they would have had there family.

Her eyes squeezed tight for only a moment.

Kevala thought she was dangerous... had to have been it. She told Mischa she didn't love her... but she did... She said so when she brought her to the hospital. It was all his fault.

She killed him.

Yes.

The policeman shot her.

Yes.

She was dead.

Maybe.

Sudden panic overwhelmed her now. She couldn't be dead. Mischa needed to get Kev back. After all... she was the only one in her life... Now one ever stuck around for her... She couldn't abandon Kevala like that...

A soft whimper escaped her lips.

And just like that her body jolted up as she screamed from the terror of death. She didn't want to die. She went to grab for the bullet wound to try and stop the bleeding... one hand grasped the area where as the other had been bind to the bed. She let out a scream again as she tugged on her trapped hand. Mischa needed to stop the bleeding! Too much blood she was going to die. Pulling so hard the metal of the handcuff was starting to cut into her skin...only for her to lift up a part of her gown to see the pink scar. No blood.

She still tried to piece everything together.

Kevala brought her to the hospital...that's right.... Mischa killed a lot of innocent people....they knew it...she wasn't clean about it. They caught her. Mischa saw in the corner of her eyes a figure of a man. A man?

Mischa tried to think of who it could be.... but nothing came to mind... no one would be there for her...s'pecially after what she just did... no body would visit her...or was he not visiting? He was a policeman? Her first instinct was to grab for a vase and swing it at him. As she was close to hit the him she stopped....now realizing who it was.

"...Riley?"

Her voice was cracked and had the obvious tone of puzzlement. After all these years he would still wait by her side in a hospital. She then saw the door knob turn and she quickly laid down closing her eyes. She didn't want to be up.... if she was up they were going to take her.... She heard the TV on...God Riley pleeease blame the screaming on the TV.

"Did she wake?"

The nurse exclaimed and asked Riley as quickly as possible.

(OOC: assumed he would have been awake after all the screeming)

[Riley Dalton]

Shifting slightly once more as he slept, Riley's head lowered even more, if he leaned forward any more, he'd end up face planting into Mischa's bed. His entire body was relaxed as he continued to snore away, until... "!?" Pitching forward, Riley fell out of his chair, landing on the floor with an almighty crash, though the screams drowned the sound of his fall out. "Wh-wh-where's the fire!?" Riley exclaimed, as he jumped up onto his feet, thoroughly disoriented as the screams combined with the sound of metal clanging against metal continued, as he realized it was Mischa, she was tugging against the handcuff. But just as fast as she started screaming, she stopped. Riley let out a sigh of relief, as he scratched the back of his head, only to freeze and take a step back as he saw a dark object come flying at his face... only to stop. "..." That shaved a couple of years off his lifespan. "No, it's your friendly neighborhood Spiderman..." Riley replied, as he collapsed into the chair, he was exhausted, and it wasn't because it had been a long day.

It was pretty obvious Mischa was completely puzzled as to why in the world Riley was here, at her bedside in the first place, and her voice didn't sound great either, it was cracked, probably because she had been unconscious all this time. He heard the sound of the doorknob turning as Mischa quickly laid down, closing her eyes, and not a moment too soon, the nurse came in, as Riley shook his head. "... I was watching a horror movie just now. I didn't realize I had the volume so high until a scream part came on. I think I spent a few 5 good minutes fumbling around with the remote trying to switch the channel." Riley replied, as the nurse looked at him with a funny look, before nodding her head, as he gave a sigh of inward relief, good, she bought the story. "Well if she wakes, which may not be for a long while, make sure to call me or the doctor, understood young man?" Nodding his head, he watched the nurse give Mischa one last fleeting look, before slumping in his chair in relief the moment she closed the door behind her as she left. "Next time... break out in a cold sweat instead of screaming 'kay? It's enough to wake anyone up... including me..."

[Mischa Badoer]

Thank God she left!!! Mischa sat up and smiled over at him. She was happy to see him..and of course everything he said was sarcastic!

"Sorry I didn't have a ghost boy by my side waking me up." she said with a smile. A smile. Been awhile since she smiled.

"so...um... how did you know about me?"

She was most definitely scared for the answer. Had she been found out? Demetri's whole organization could be at risk all because she wanted some revenge. She will have to pay some big money to get out of something like this.

"I...Um....If you heard about...What happened.... I'm sure I can explain." but right now she wasn't worried about the gang... she was worried about the last shred of what she had left. Friendship. Right now..Riley being there was all she needed at a moment like this. If she woke up to be alone...who knew what she would do. Though as much as she wanted Riley there... she was kind of hoping it would have been Kevala who was there when her eyes first opened. Dreaming is a fools game. At least she had Riley. Reality was at least giving her that fool or not.

"It...was revenge."

don't hate me.

[Riley Dalton]

"One former ghost boy, at your service." Riley replied, as the goofy grin he was so well known for appeared on his face when he saw Mischa smile, a real, genuine smile. Riley could never be sarcastic for very long, he would always be known as the goofy little blond kid, despite the fact he was anything but little. Riley could tell Mischa was scared of the answer, and to be honest, Riley really only knew that Mischa was a mobster, and had a criminal record, he didn't know about her relation to Reira's uncle or the organization Demetri led. "... A little birdie told me... named Channel 5 News." Riley replied, giving her a reassuring smile, anyone else that watched the news report knew just as much as he did, which wasn't a lot. "Hold off on the explanations for now. You need to rest." Riley replied in a low but clear voice, to avoid alerting any nurse or doctor passing by that a patient who happened to be a criminal was awake.

"But whatever possible reason you had for committing the crime, murder especially, it can wait until you've--" "It...was revenge." "Wha....!?" Riley exclaimed loudly, before quickly clamping his hand over his mouth, hopefully if anyone came, his exclamation could be attributed to the show he was watching, which was currently a basketball game. "Y... you serious?" Riley asked faintly, as he stared at Mischa in complete shock. Murder was one thing, but murder driven by revenge was something else. "Aw man Mischa, when I heard you had committed murder, I thought it was because you killed a guy because he was hitting on you 'cause you were extremely pretty." Riley teased, though a sad smile was on his face, as he reached out and held Mischa's hand in his own hand. "... No matter what happens... I'll always be by your side... Did that sound as sappy as I thought it did?" Riley asked, as he cocked an eyebrow and laughed quietly, but regardless, he wasn't going to abandon Mischa, no matter what.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Aw man Mischa, when I heard you had committed murder, I thought it was because you killed a guy because he was hitting on you 'cause you were extremely pretty."

She smiled and couldn't help but blush. She looked down to the blankets and felt his hand in hers now. If she was so pretty then maybe Kev would have stayed. "Wish it was over something like that.." 'cause if it were she would still have a baby in her stomach and would be living happily with Kevala.

"... No matter what happens... I'll always be by your side... Did that sound as sappy as I thought it did?"

Mischa laughed looking back up at him. "Simply put? Yes." her hand grip tightened around his hand in a sincere way. "But thanks...it means a lot." explaining what she did could wait..... now she was just gonna have to convince Riley to help her sneak out..... hopefully he would be up to it...she will have to visit with him for a little bit so she wouldn't force him into something that would push him away.

"but on a side note... You sure..uh...Grew up."

He used to be more lanky...but man he sure did fill out. She was just ignoring the fact he was good looking only due to the fact she was still broken over Kevala...and Riley was her friend... just a good friend.

"But you looked like you haven't changed... still goofy as all hell I can see?"

[Riley Dalton]

For all his teasing, Riley did think Mischa was extremely pretty, as she smiled and blushed before looking down, if her reason was so simple, she probably wouldn't have ended up in the hospital in a coma. But at least he made her laugh, even though his last comment was a bit sappy for his tastes, as he felt her grip tighten around his hand sincerely. "No problem." He replied, he would need to figure out a way to get Mischa out of the hospital unnoticed and undetected. The fact she was handcuffed to her hospital bed didn't make it any easier. "...? Oh." Riley said, realizing what she was talking about. "Not seeing your friends for weeks can do that to you." He laughed, as he flexed a muscle, pretending to show off. "I could say the same for you though, I think in the months we haven't seen each other, you've got even more prettier than I remember."

Which was somewhat funny, seeing as she had just come out of a coma and looked haggard more than anything else. "Oh you know me, Riley Dalton, the little blond goofball." Riley replied, as he grinned at Mischa, not even university could change the fact he was still a goofball at heart. "I love your taste in jewelry though," Riley commented, as he motioned with his head at her handcuff, "A bit kinky, but still a good choice." Mischa was his good friend. There was no way he going to let the cops take her away. "... So how about we getcha outta here? So the fuzz can't toss you in the slammer." He whispered in her ear, talking like a Chicago gangster as he leaned forward slightly while still holding onto her hand. "... First thing's first, we got to get that handcuff off. Got a paper clip anywhere? I have an idea..."

[Mischa Badoer]

She rolled her eyes at his second attempt at telling her she was pretty. He was obviously lying! She probably had massive bed hair and big ass black bags. Then he made a small joke at her handcuff's expense. Her brow cocked a brow and laughed again.

"Ah...its not me, but I have to wear it...It was a gift." a small amount of her was shining through all the ruin that had left her devastated. Though there would always be some of her left..like when she was on the floor of the candy store all bloodied she still made a few jokes at her expense... but still.. it was always hard to show joy at a time like this...but being with old friends got it out of her.

He then whispered in her ear asking if he would want to get her out of here. Her eyes went bug eyed and she just stared at him. She had no clue he would do something like that. "You read my mind." he then asked if there was anything to pick the lock and she pointed at her luggage full of clothes. "Might be something in my big bag 'o' fun."

She sat up once more and would wait for him to do his business. "You don't have to do this for me..I would really hate to get you into trouble."

[Riley Dalton]

"Oh I'm sure it'll make a lovely parting gift." Riley replied as he waved his free hand casually, it was going to take a very long time for Mischa to recover from all the shit and hell she went through, but at least she wouldn't be alone now, though granted, she probably rather have Kevala than Riley by her side. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the look on her face, it was priceless. "Oh good, at least my mind reading skills are getting a bit better." He replied as he pulled away, looking around for any piece of metal to pick the lock with, the thicker the metal, the better. "Hmm?" He mumbled distractedly, as he looked over and followed the direction she was pointing at, and saw her luggage full of clothes, as the color drained from his face. Oh great, he got to look through a luggage full of clothes, specifically clothes belonging to A GIRL. But he had nothing else to go with, so sighing quietly, he rose up out the chair, and walked over to Mischa's bag, as he stared down at the closed bag. "..." He had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

Opening the luggage, he began rummaging through it, sometimes having to toss some of her clothes onto the chair, including a couple items most guys would pay to see. After about 5 minutes of rummaging and 5 minutes of putting all her clothes back in, he didn't find anything inside he could use to pick a lock, though he did find a pair of pliers, for whatever reason. Looking around the room, he spotted a thick metal hanger attached to the horizontal coat hanger. "Jackpot..." Pliers in hand he walked to the metal hanger, and carefully snapping off the bottom portion in two cuts, found himself with a straight thick metal wire. Walking back over to Mischa, he gently took hold of her wrist in one hand, while he began to patiently pick the handcuff lock with the other. This was one of those tasks that required patience and time, rushing would do nothing, even though they had very precious time left. "Almost there... C'mon... Got it!" A click was heard as he unlocked the handcuffs, and quickly slipped it off Mischa's wrist.

Now the most daunting task was ahead: Getting Mischa out of the hospital undetected. The elevator was out, they'd be caught before even getting one foot out the door. There was only one clear choice left. "... We'll have to take the stairs..." But they'd have to move fast, and Mischa could barely walk, much less run, not after being in a coma all this time. "... Up for a piggyback ride?"

[Mischa Badoer]

Why she had pliers? Don't ask me. She was even surprised... you never know what you could find in a girl's bag! He then made a makeshift key and got her free. She rubbed at her wrists and wiped off the dried blood from the cuff cutting into her skin.

"A piggy back? Um..Good idea. I would probably fall on my ass... and that isn't without the fact I haven't used my legs in.." she looked at a calendar to check how long she was under.... of course her eyes was wide with shock for how long she had been in the hospital. "in forever apparently." she shifted her legs for them to fall and dangle over the bed before she slowly set herself down to stand. Her legs were a little shaky as she took her first step. "But first I would like something that wasn't backless and showing my ass... turn around."

Once he had turned around she would slowly make her way to her beg and pick out an outfit that consisted of a plaid button up shirt and black jeans.

Now that she was fully clothed she would sling the bag over her shoulders and approach the still turned Riley and smack his shoulders to suggest for him to bend over... and if he did she would climb on his back and simply say. "Onward Sea Biscuit!"

[Riley Dalton]

"I'm pretty sure we don't need that... given how klutzy you are even after all this time." Riley teased, as he returned the pliers to her bag, as he pocketed the metal wire, he didn't need to leave evidence behind and land both their asses in jail. Orange wasn't really his color... He saw Mischa shift as she let her legs dangle over the side of the bed before slowly setting herself down to stand up. At first, her legs were a bit shaky as she took her first step, causing Riley to move closer to her in case she fell, then he could catch and help her, only to blush furiously when she mentioned the hospital gown she was wearing was backless... and gave a good view of her ass. "..." Wheeling around, his back now facing Mischa, he continued to blush furiously as he heard her rummage through her back somewhere behind him. He then felt his shoulders being smacked, telling him she was dressed and that he should bend over... not in the way you're thinking, mind out of the gutter people!

Lowering himself down, he felt her climb onto his back, as he rolled his eyes. First he was a lock picker, now he's a horse? Greeeeeeeat. He threw a few of her pillows down before covering them with the blanket, making it appear like there was still someone lying in the bed, before wrapping his arms around her legs, to keep her securely on his back. Creeping over to the door, he cracked it open slightly and peeked through the small opening, as he looked to the left, then he looked to the right. The coast was clear. Opening the door enough that the both of them could slip through, he quickly but quietly crept down the hallway, towards the stairs. Stopping at a T intersection, he peeked over the corner, as he checked to see if all was clear. It was. Quickly darting down the hallway, he made it to the door leading to the stairs. Making sure the coast was clear once more, he quietly opened the door and slipped into the stairwell, closing the door with as little noise as possible. He quickly descended the stairs, with the police still thinking Mischa was in a coma, they hadn't bothered to station any officers in the stairs, which was an advantage for the both of them.

Once he reached the ground floor, he paused at the exit, as he turned his head slightly to look behind him at Mischa. "... You have to wait for me here. If the nurses don't see me leave through the front door, they'll know something is up. Don't open the door for anyone except me, 'kay? You'll know it's me if you hear three knocks in a row. I'll be back and get you out of here, I promise."

[Mischa Badoer]

Kay...so Mischa couldn't help but smile like a little girl while she was getting a piggy back. How was it she always found herself on Riley's back when they reunite? Oh well..It wasn't a bad thing. She got a free ride and it was always fun!

They got to the point of destination...though Riles over here thought up a smart idea...he leave normally.....so he doesn't get blamed for his plan!! Hurrah for smart thinking. Mischa nodded and would lean against the wall as he would leave.

dododododoooo lalalala

....

......

How long does it take?

Some people would pass up and down the stairs...staring at her and wondering why she looked so damn familiar...YAAAY SHE WAS A CELEBRITY!! Though when she caught them staring she would just smile and give them a nod...that was usually enough to make them turn away embarrassed they were caught.

Finally when the door knocked she would open it and leave the building by Riley's side. Man...it was good to get fresh air... she didn't realize how bad she needed it due to an elongated coma... but once she was out that's all she could think of... mmmmmm aaair.

"So... I was thinking we hit my place...I'm past due for a shower..." it was gonna suck to return to the home Kevala had bought for her...without Kevala being inside it.

Man is that girl as torn up as I am?!

[Riley Dalton]

Agreeing to his plan of action, Riley gently lowered Mischa down before quickly heading up the stairs to the first floor and quietly opened the door leading out of the stairwell and back into the hospital, quietly closing the door behind him and scurried as fast but as quietly as he could to the elevator. Pushing the down button, he anxiously waited for the elevator to come, once the doors opened, he threw himself in, and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the doors closed, he hopped back and forth on one foot anxiously. The moment he reached the ground floor and the doors opened, he had calmed down enough that his behavior wouldn't arouse any suspicion from the nurses. Casually heading towards the entrance, he gave the receptionist a small smile, as he always did for the past few visits, and headed out of the hospital.

He started to head towards his motorcycle, but quickly ducked behind a car parked beside him and stealthily made his way back to the exterior stairwell door. Checking that no one was around, he quickly knocked on the door three times in a row, as the door opened and Mischa came out, walking beside him. "... I second that. You don't exactly smell like roses girl." Riley teased, as he led the way to his motorcycle, he then unlocked the back compartment and pulled out two helmets, holding one out to Mischa. If she took it, he would then pull on his own helmet and climb onto his motorcycle and wait for her to climb on. Once she did, he would turn the ignition on, and drive out of the parking lot, coming to a stop at the stop sign, waiting for Mischa to give him instructions to where he needed to go.

[Mischa Badoer]

"... I second that. You don't exactly smell like roses girl."
Mischa's nose scrunched up and her lower lip quivered in a joking manner. Then of course she lifted her arm and smelled her arm pit.

"That bad huh?"

She laughed at her own joke like the cool person she was and had accepted the helmet that was handed to her. Safety first. Mischa would hop on the motorbike and hold on with her dear life. Weak coma arms+klutzy girl by nature= risky.

Riley would receive the directions and when they would approach the house she would enter. It was cold for being empty for so long... Kev had been long gone.

"Well... home sweet home." the words were bitter. Riley might not be able to understand the displeasure from her words... be she knew they were their... "You could watch some TV or something while I get cleaned up..." Mischa would walk him into the living room to show him around. The room haunted her. It was because Kevala and her spent the night there... when they made up... when Kev bought this home for her...for them.

The pictures of the twins... her and Kev...still hung on the wall... along with the black and white ultra-sound image of their lost child. Mischa swallowed hard before speaking again. "Well... I will be back." her eyes still glued to the images that were nothing but memories.

Mischa had gone to the shower and and did the routine before drying up and getting into some clothes. Her hair was still damp when she would return to Riley. Sitting herself down she would smile...all considering the fact she wanted to just curl in a corner of her room with a picture of Kev and cry. "Where have you been the past two years?"

[Riley Dalton]

Riley laughed quietly as he saw Mischa scrunch her nose up and make her lower lip quiver like she was going to cry, just he was only teasing her, she too was only teasing him as well. And of course, she lifted her arm up and smelled her own arm pit. If this were an anime, Riley would have a sweat drop on the back of his head. "Look at it this way, at least you can air out your arm pits during the ride." Riley laughed, as she took the helmet from him and hop on his motorcycle, holding onto him for dear life as he started it up and drove out of the parking lot. Getting the directions from her, they rode the rest of the way in silence, mostly because you can't exactly talk with a helmet jammed on your head. Once they reached the house, Riley parked his bike and followed in after Mischa, even he could feel it, it was not a warm feeling. Nothing but cold feelings as far as the eye could see. He could hear the bitterness in Mischa's words, but he didn't know why, and to be honest, he didn't want to know. "'Kay... I guess." He replied, as he followed her into the living room, showing him around before heading off to take a shower.

Riley peered at the photos that hung on the wall, the ones that Mischa's gaze had been glued to, including the one of her and another girl and two young children, and one other photo that caused the color to drain from Riley's face. It was an ultrasound image of a child inside a womb. Was that... Mischa's child? But as curious as Riley was, he dared not ask, lest he dig up painful memories for Mischa. And the last thing he wanted to do was cause Mischa pain of any sort. Dusting the seat off before he flopped down on the couch, Riley looked behind him slightly when he heard the sound of footsteps, his fist resting against the right side of his jaw as he saw Mischa sit down and smile, though he had a feeling smiling was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment. "Getting through my last year of high school and hopefully graduate. That's pretty much the past couple months in a nutshell. How about you Mischa? It's been a long time since the two of us hung out with each other."