<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu, Alida felt, liked to blame the cat for anything and everything--granted this time it really was the cat...but still, he didn't have to yell at her. Alida had kept her thoughts to herself for the time being as she tried to wrap Izu's head. He stopped her, and she dropped her hands some as she looked at Izu with a frown. He said he simply wanted to sit longer, which only caused Alida's frown to deepen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“I don’t think we need to go to the hospital for something like this,”</span>Izu said as he struggled to stand with Alida's assistance. He went over to the sink and held onto it for support while Alida seemed to flutter about in the background trying to gauge Izu’s health. It was obvious her worry was steadily mounting.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“Alida, get me some pain killers…”</span>Izu requested as he made his way to the shower to turn it on. Alida immediately did as she was told, glancing over at Izu every other second to make sure he was okay.<span style="color: #408000">“Izu always yell at Alida when Izu hurt. Izu shouldn’t yell at Alida. Alida not always nice when Izu mean to her,” </span>Alida was rambling on, trying to keep herself from worrying about Izu’s wound, and to communicate her displeasure with Izu’s bad habit.<span style="color: #408000">“Alida could hurt Izu…” </span>she grumbled, though they both knew it was false.<br/><br/>Once she found the pills, she brought them over to Izu, ducking her head some to look up at his eyes.<span style="color: #408000">“Izu should go to doctor,” </span>she state firmly, her agitation building as he continued to disregard her concern. She could feel the tension in him as he tried to keep calm, which made her feel even more worried. Izu always accused her of blowing things up, but she disagreed—Izu never worried about his health as much as he should. Besides, he was one to talk. Anytime Alida was hurt, he always tried to snap someone’s neck.<br/><span style="color: #408000"><br/>“Izu, go to doctor!”</span>Alida demanded, stomping her foot like a petulant child.<span style="color: #408000">“Izu go to doctor—doctor will say if Izu fine or not!” </span>she reasoned desperately.<span style="color: #408000">“Izu never listen to Alida. Alida getting mad…Alida not like being mad! Alida not like Izu hurt! Alida not like Izu being stupid!”</span>Alida stated, clearly becoming more emotional by the second. She had never accused Izu of being stupid before--and had only recently realized the in-depth meaning of the word. It was certainly a testament of how worried she really was. She hated when anyone or anything was hurt around her, and she especially disliked it when it was someone or something she cared about--and seeing as she was in love with Izu, she was practically losing her mind with concern. She did her best to keep herself in check, but all bets were off the moment Alida had spotted the blood.