rp log of the birth of a new member of CD. At the moment she's an attachment, but may become a character in her own right later on if someone wants to take her on. Hope you enjoy reading the rp as much as well all enjoyed doing it (and please, noone kill her off! we want little Leah to live!)

[13:38] Ilya Ghost waddled over towards the Grind, staring up at the sign. Shit, she wanted coffee. She REALLY REALLY wanted coffee, but she knew that she wasn't allowed it. Her eyes eventually came down to rest on the girl that she'd met the other day and a shy little smile crossed her face. Ilya muttered a quiet "hi", and stood there shifting her weight from foot to foot to try to alleviate the pressure on her back
[13:40] Clio Clary's heavily booted feet dangled lazily from her perch, she had already spotted the waddling girl as she approached, i mean who could miss her. Her lips twitched in desperation to smile as she glanced in her direction, " oh, it's you!" she exclaimed perhaps overly friendly, " how are you!"
[13:42] Ilya Ghost sighed, wiping a small amount of perspiration from her brow. She moved a little from side to side, rubbing her stomach gently with her hand, "I'm...I'm ok. ", she started, then just decided to tell the truth to someone here for once. "Actually, no, I'm not ok. I'm tired, my ankles are swollen, I'm grumpy and this thing is kicking me all the time. I never see my boyfriend cos he's working all the time and I just want to get on with it and get this thing out of me". Ilya didn't mean what she was saying - not really. She was just tired
[13:45] Clio Clary's soft lips pursed as her gaze drifted from the girl's brow , to the obvious bump, drifting downward toward the thickened ankles. She would lift her hand and motion the girl closer, curling her index finger as she murmred, " poor thing, " a crooked smile hintng the edge of soft lips as she murmured, " no friends to help you? You should take a weight off"
[13:47] Ilya Ghost moved over, leaning against the table and drawing in her breath. It was laboured and showed just how much her little body wasn't coping with the extra weight. She couldn't wait to be a mum, to hold the little thing that she had been feeling nearly every day for the past few months. But she also just needed her sleep. Smiling more up at Clio she shook her head, "no, noone. I spend all my time working - I don't have time for anything else. If I'm not seeing Wells, then I'm at the diner...or at the hospital...or studying...". Ilya yawned, covering her mouth delicately with her hand
[13:50] Clio Clary's eyes rolled upward as the girl spoke, making no effort to hide it, though she assumed the girl was so self absorbed that she wouldn't notice. Clio's hand would reach out for the girl's stomach once more, " ya know, " she began, fingers clenching the firm skin as she had the other day, " my momma had a great remedy for all that kinda thing, " her voice seemed to drop in pitch, though her legs continued to dangle casually, " natural yeah?" she flashed that crooked smile for the briefest of moments as she tore her gaze from the swollen bump. She was lying though her teeth, her momma taught her nothing, but getting the girl of the street would be an idea.
[13:53] Ilya Ghost caught the girl's look a little, but didn't really pay much heed. She was so tired that she couldn't really focus and assumed that the girl was being nice. Her eyes flickered with excitement and relief as she listened to the girl, "Oh god...really? See, that would be lovely. I just need something to help me. I'm so tired that I can't even think straight. I need to be a bit more with it for when the baby arrives. It's going to take up all my time". She smiled up at Clio, not moving as she felt the bump. Although her fingers felt a little tight on her skin, Ilya was so grateful of the companionship. Life in Hathian had been rather lonely for her
[13:56] Clio Clary's little face brightened, hopping from her perch she landed heavily on her heels, a small wince decorated her features as she slid thick slices of hair from her vision, " just gimme a minute, " she murmured, hand sliding to her pocket to pull the battered cell phone out. Fingertips danced quickly over the surface as she sent a quick text, " well, follow me pumpkin, " she'd exclaim as she slid it back into the loose pocketed jeans
[13:57] Ilya Ghost watched the girl texting, but thought nothing of it. She just nodded and moved herself round to face the direction in which Clio was turning towards. She smiled happily to herself. Wells would be so pleased that she was finally making friends. "Lead on...", she said quietly
[14:01] Clio Clary kicked the door with her boot as she showed the girl inside, there was no AC in the trailer and it was sticky. She wondered when the girl would notice there as no kitchen yet, or bathroom for that matter, she didn't like admitting she broke into Declan's when he left to use his things. " Sit down!" she'd exclaim
[14:03] Ilya Ghost peeked around the edge of the door and made her way in slowly. Christ, it was hot but she tried to keep a smile on her face for the sake of the girl who was being so kind to her. She looked around the place and made her way over to the chair, settling into it with some difficulty. When she finally made it she smiled, "nice place you've got...". She meant it - it was bigger than her crappy room in the hostel at any rate
[14:07] Clio Clary's hand slid behind the girl's shoulder as she guided her toward the sofa, " it does the job, " her hand forcing the small woman onto the lumpy cushions perhaps more firmly than she should, " so, " she continuedwith little care in her voice, " you didn't want the baby?"
[14:09] Ilya Ghost wriggled a little, finding the pressure slightly too hard. But she tried to reason that the girl was helping her - people in Hathian weren't always as well-mannered as they could be. She looked up at Clio, "No, not really...", she began..."I got used to the idea though...". She smiled, not saying anymore - the implication apparent. She desperately wanted this baby - couldn't wait to meet it. Ilya moved a little on the sofa to try and get comfy, staring up at the ceiling
[14:12] Clio Clary perched her behind on the table in front of the girl, little ass wriggling upon the table as she slipped the first blade from her thigh, glancing at the tip, she placed it carefully to one side, " so, you're like all the others then, " she murmured, her voice seeming distant, " all the others, don't want em, don't need em, " her brow had slipped into a deep furrow as she reached for the pre packed joint that rested on the tip of the table next to the ring box. Picking it up, she threw it at Ilya, " take a look?" she smiled as she lit the tip of her joint and inhaled deeply
[14:15] Ilya Ghost reached out to catch the box, turning it over in her hands. She looked slightly perplexed, wondering what could be in it that could help her but went along with it anyway. Lying here on the sofa was far more comfortable than wandering around, anyways. She didn't hear Clio, had no idea of the impression she was getting. Opening it up, she started to peek inside, then let out a little scream, scrabbling to try to get up off the cushions
[14:18] Clio Clary's joint dangled from the edge of her lips, a haze of what seemed to her, like sweet smelling smoke, clouding her senses as her claw like hands gripped the girl's shoulders, digging in sharply as she pressed her backward, it shouldn't be too difficult, she had the extra weight, Clio was at an advantage
[14:19] Ilya Ghost 's arms flailed upwards, trying her best to get this girl off her. Her hands were pressing down so hard and Ilya couldn't get up. The extra weight that she was carrying was acting like ballust, pinning her down into the cushions. She screamed, "What are you doing? Please...Get off me...", her throat drying up, making her voice break
[14:22] Clio Clary's lips quivered as she suck heavily at the joint, burning embers mixed with thick ash would drift from the tip and float toward Ilya's face as she muttered, " shut the fuck up cunt, " one hand moving to slide around the edge of the girl's throat, ragged nails would dig into creamy skin, speaking as she exhaled she murmured, " this is really for the best"
[14:24] Ilya Ghost turned her head from one side to the other, shaking it to get the ash off her. Screaming and fighting for as much as she was worth, she hit out hard, hoping to catch the girl with her hand. But the position she was lying in made it awkward and she started to pant for breath as Clio held her neck, whimpering "let me go..."
[14:27] Clio Clary grunted as the girl's hand connected with the side of her jaaw, spitting loosely toward the girl's face she hissed, " i told you to shut the fuck up Cunt!" she groaned as she'd pull her body across Ilya's, one hand fixed upon the girl's neck, scratching at her skin as she straddled her legs, " now, " she grunted as she got knocked again in the girl's struggle, " we can fix this"
[14:29] Ilya Ghost stared up at the girl, her eyes wide as she saw her eyes. They looked far away, yet intent and terrified Ilya more than anything she had ever seen. She started to choke as Clio held her, managing to hoarsely whisper, "Fix what?". A dawning realisation came over her and she squealed, a gurgling sound coming from her throat, "d...don't. Oh god, don't...", her eyes leaving Clio's face to stare down at her distended stomach in horror
[14:32] Clio Clary's fingers clambered across Ilya's face, pressing them awkwardly against the girl's mouth as she forced her ody weight down upon the bump. She had planned to share the moment with Lenny, what was violence if you couldn't share it. Yet here she was, pressing he girl's body with her own, hand sliding to the remaining knife at her thigh, slender fingers gripping the handle as she held it above the bulging stomach, " now stay still, we don't want to hurt little pumpkin now do we, " and with that, the girl would plunge the knife with force, yet only shallowly, into the tightened skin
[14:35] Ilya Ghost cried out in terror as she saw the knife flashing above her, almost transfixed by it as it made contact with her skin. There was a moment where she felt nothing, just watched it disappear into her bump but then, quickly, came the pain. Searing, white hot pain that engulfed her entire body. She yelled into the hand covering her mouth, sobbing screams that were muffled, causing her to choke. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled in vain to kick the girl off her. But something Clio said made her stop. Ilya didn't want the baby hurt - that was her overriding fear and her protective nature forced her to lay still, almost paralysed with shock
[14:39] Clio Clary's fingers slipped from Ilya's mouth quickly, sliding saliva across the girl's chin. Her free hand would move up along the curve of her bump, lifting to smack it lightly with the tips of her fingers as she mumbled, " hush now, " holding the knife in place as crimson blood began to spill from the edges of her skin. Clio's tongue rested between her lips as she forced the blade downward, it wasn't as sharp as it should have been, catching at her skin in short ragged motions, she couldn't help but wince as she did it, though all that seemed to slip were half broken chuckles of delight, " this is a lot easier than i thought it would be, " as if speaking to a companion that wasn't there. She grunted at the knockes to her straddled body, though paid little attention, " this is an operation nurse, stay still!"
[14:42] Ilya Ghost 's head started to spin, each jerk of the knive sending sickening waves of nausea rolling through her body. She'd never felt pain like this before and her body couldn't handle it. She forced her head upwards, trying to stop Clio but caught sight of the blood beginning to flow freely now from her stomach. Everything blurred in front of her, eyes rolled in her head and she passed out, head lolling back against the cushions
[14:44] Clio Clary's head raised from her focused handywork, thighs loosened around the girl's now limp body " for fucksake, " she'd hiss, she didn't have a clue what she was doing, but one of the girl's she met in prison had told her all about how to do this. Taking a breath she slipped the edge of the blade along the skin, fluid was flowing at a pace from the opening in the girl's stomach, but the end was so near, Clio;s hand felt the protective sack around the tiny form, her knife blade began to poke, prod and tear at the surface, trembling hands puhing their way in as she hissed, " fuckin' coward"
[14:46] Ilya Ghost 's lifeless body jerked as the hands delved into her, the blood starting to seep into the sofa from her open stomach. She gurgled, a hissing sound coming from her open lips as her head hung back over the edge of the cushion. Ilya's heart was beating more slowly in her chest, the lack of blood in her body causing it to shut down slowly, but there was still fight in her and her fingertips twitched
[14:49] Clio Clary's own heart began to thud, this was pretty disgusting, even by her standards, suddenly reminding herself of the time JayBee stole the kidney, she shuddered, if the girl believed in karma, she would surely get her's soon. She groaned, head tilting as the smell filled her nostrils, metallic blood, spilling across the sofa as her hands tugged the strangely limp life form from the woman's womb, her stomach heaved, the screwed up bloody ball shuddered as she brought a knife to the cord, about the only thing she knewhow to do, " nearly there, " she hissed as the child dangled dangerously from her arms
[14:51] Ilya Ghost 's eyes fluttered open, half awake, half still in a dazed state of shock as she sensed her stomach become empty. Coming round a little more, the searing pain all through her made her retch and cry out in agony. Ilya looked up at Clio and whispered, "my...my....", before passing out again, a look of horror and sadness on her face. Lashes closed and she laid sprawled on the sofa, heart thudding faintly in her chest
[14:53] Clio Clary held the squirming body to her chest, she didn't even know what it was, a bloodied mess, the child's gurgling screams began to fill the air, the sudden realisation of what she'd done beganto grip her as she hissed, " fuck, " stumbling back across the table as her own heart rate seemed to double. Turning without a single look back, she rushed to the door, forcing her way out, bloodied child dangling in her arms, she headed for Kyo's place
[14:55] Ilya Ghost moved slightly on the sofa, some part of her trying to wake up, but to no avail. Her bloody body lay on the sofa, empty stomach where her child should have been. As her arm grazed her thigh, it caught her beeper - the one that she used to dial in emergencies for work at the hospital. Then, there was no more movement...Ilya lay there, just about breathing
[15:13] Tellermyer Oldrich runs over to the woman, immediately getting next to her on her knees. She could tell the woman was in a sorry state and this worried her. "Ma'am? Are you okay?" She asked hurriedly
[15:12] Ilya Ghost started to regain consciousness and moved a little, crying out in pain as she did so. Staring down at her stomach, all she could see was red - the fabric of her top soaked with blood. Ilya gritted her teeth and started to move, screaming out in pain with every single little jolt to her body. She pulled herself along the ground, crying and moaning in pain, eventually passing out in the entrance to the hospital.
[15:13] Tellermyer Oldrich runs over to the woman, immediately getting next to her on her knees. She could tell the woman was in a sorry state and this worried her. "Ma'am? Are you okay?" She asked hurriedly
[15:14] Ilya Ghost groaned, just about managing to stop herself from passing out again and moved her hands down to clutch at her now empty stomach, "my baby....", she groaned..."she took it...". Ilya's eyes started to roll in her head as she began to lose consciousness again
[15:16] Tellermyer Oldrich shook her head, knowing that she wouldn't be able to move the woman to the operating room all by herself, rather she would have to start treating her right here. She flipped her hands underneath the woman, one beneath her legs, and one near her neck and slowly rolled her onto her side, checking for injuries
[15:18] Ilya Ghost tried her best to remain calm, tears streaming down her face as she slipped in and out of consciousness. All she could feel was an overwhelming sense of nothingness in her belly - a feeling that was alien to her after all those months of carrying her baby inside her
[15:21] Tellermyer Oldrich left her on her side, careful to make sure that she wouldn't roll back over. She ran into the other room, returnign quickly with a medical bag that she dropped to the ground next to her. She slid out a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on before grabbing some sterile iodine wipes and smearing them across her the incisions on her chest. Just by looking at them, she could tell whoever had made them was clearly not an expert, they were crooked and slightly out of place
[15:23] Ilya Ghost whimpered, finding it hard to cope with the pain coming from her stomach. The sensation of the stinging iodine caused her to suck in her breath and clench her hands tightly. Nails dug into skin and started to draw blood. She sobbed freely on the floor, "I want Wells...I want my baby...", over and over, starting to get slightly hysterical
[15:25] Tellermyer Oldrich then turns back to the back, her fingers snatching a needle and some thread from inside. She planned on stitching up the wound as best as she could, whoever had made the incisions had clearly not had the time to take care of it properly. She bends over slightly, her hands rock steady as she begins to thread the needle through the lacerations, hoping she wouldn't make any sudden movements. "Ma'am," she said, "I'm going to need you to calm down or it's going to make stitching this wound difficult. The police should be here shortly, you are in good hands, don't worry." Her eyes trace the deep bloody lines of the ncisions, her heands tracing them with the needle

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[9:27] Jasmine Slade looks over Ilya's chart, she can't believe what the young nurse has gone through. She moves closer to her bed. "Ilya?"
[9:29] Ilya Ghost murmured, her head turning slowly to the side. Eyes opened slowly to look up at Jasmine, blinking a little as she adjusted her vision to the light. She winced as she felt the stitches in her stomach pull, whispering a hoarse and pathetic "hi..". The drugs had made her very woozy and she wasn't really properly awake
[9:30] Jasmine Slade checks her vitals the the IV drip and the IV port. "Ilya, sweetie, how are you feeling?" she is horribly worried about her.
[9:33] Ilya Ghost reached down under the bedding, her hands instinctively going to where her bump should have been. But there was nothing there. Almost starting to panic, scrabbling slightly against her skin she let out a howl, staring up at Jasmine. Her eyes showed her pain, wide and anxious as she whimpered, "my baby...she took it....", over and over. The reality of what had happened to her was kicking in as she woke up a little more and all Ilya could do was cry.
[9:37] Jasmine Slade lays out a plastic covered tray on the bed tray then moves over to lay her hand protectively on her arm. "I'm so sorry, Ilya. I hope the police can find your baby. I .. .I understand what you are going through." and she does, her adopted baby is still missing and it's been almost a year. She can't help the tears of sympathy welling in her blue eyes. "Lets get you well so you can help find him, and Ilya, if you want me to, I'll help you." she moves her hand to open the plastic covered tray and pull on the rubber gloves. "I need to change your bandage sweetie. Then I'll start a new IV drip with antibiotics and something for pain. You need all the rest you can get right now."
[9:40] Ilya Ghost nodded, her hands dropped pathetically to her side. She blinked, rubbing her head to the side to try and get rid of some of the tears, but she didn't really care how she looked. Mascara ran down her face, big black streaks that covered her cheeks. She looked up at Jasmine and whispered, "I don't even know what it was...boy or girl...I passed out when she...she....", biting hard on her lip - unable to finish the sentence. Ilya was hoping that Wells was out there, helping to search for their baby. He hadn't been in to see her yet, as far as Ilya knew and she could only assume that he was out there, hunting Clio down. Her head turned away to rest on the pillow, eyes shutting tightly
[9:43] Jasmine Slade didn't try to discourage the nurse from talking, she needed to talk, to say all she feels like saying so she can accept what has happened and hopefully get well enough to try and do something about it, she certainly doubted the police would have any luck, unless it was Huggy or Jake. She takes out safety scissors and cleanser from the wound care tray and pulls the sheet down and the gown up, both just enough to expose the wound. "I'm going to try and be very gentle."
[9:46] Ilya Ghost kept her eyes shut. She didn't want to see the wound, didn't want to look down at all. It would be perfect if her body just stopped below her neck, Ilya thought to herself as she lay there. If she could pretend that nothing was wrong. But then, she turned her head back slowly, looking up at Jasmine. "Her name was Clio...", she said loudly - her voice urgent, "she had red bits in her hair and one of those bands on, you know - like the people outside that damn record store. CLIO..that was HER NAME". Ilya flopped back against the bed, exhausted and just nodded at Jasmine to let her deal with the wound. She wanted so badly to get out, to chase down the girl that had done this to her, but at least that shred of information might help
[9:51] Jasmine Slade gets the old bandage off and cleans the wound, taking a look at the uneven stitching, afraid it was going to leave a scar. She would look at the chart later to see who did it. Right now she cleaned were there was some seeping from the stitches then put on a topical antibotical cream. "Ilya, I know you have to want to go after that person, but I wish you'd talk to one of the policemen I trust and get some help. Those gang members are bad. She won't care if she kills you next time, obviously... and your baby needs mom to be waiting when her or she comes home."
9:53] Ilya Ghost groaned, drawing blood as she bit down hard on her lip. It really hurt and fresh tears sprang to her eyes. The sting of the cream was just about bareable and she forced herself to smile at Jasmine. "Please...", she whispered, "please ask them to help me. I know Wells will be so worried and I'm scared they'll hurt him too...I won't go after her, I promise". Ilya looked defeated as she lay there, all her bounce and joyful nature had gone. She was a shell of her former self
[9:57] Jasmine Slade kept smoothing the cream onto the wound, it would soon take the pain almost completely away. "I'll talk to the first one of them I see and bring them to see you. One is Jake the other one is Huggy, they are the good guys. And I'm sure the COS's will help any way they can too. Ilya, we're a family here at this hospital. We're here for you and help all we can." she reaches for the bandages still in the kit and begins to make perfect folds to go over the wound, careful not to hurt her anymore as she places it then the tape to hold it. "There now, I hope that feels better."
[9:59] Ilya Ghost brings herself to look down at her stomach and then up at Jasmine. "Thank you", she said quietly. It did look better, neater and the preciseness soothed the nurse in Ilya. She wriggled very carefully on the bed to get as comfy as she can, but then held out her arm. "Can you make me feel really drowsy...I, I don't want to think...". Her eyes pleaded with Jasmine, hoping that she would just help to take the pain away for a while, both mentally and physically
[10:02] Jasmine Slade's smile is soft. "I promise, I'm changing out the drip, one with antibiotics and one with pain meds. You should be ready for a good long nap in about five minutes." And she does as she said, changing the two drips, haning the new little pouches. She strips off the gloves then and pus them in the discarded wound tray to take with her as she leaves. "No concentrate on getting well, on feeling good and being with Wells very soon."
[10:06] Ilya Ghost 's eyes follow Jasmine's movements, but her head pressed back more against the pillow. Even though she had eaten the day before, Ilya looked gaunt and drawn, her features tightened from the shock, stress and worry. Turning to give Jasmine a warm smile, she said softly "thank you...for everything...", then closed her eyes. One arm curled protectively around herself and she waited for the meds to take effect. Her breathing slowed down gradually, limbs relaxing as the drugs took over her system. Soon Ilya was sound asleep, her face relaxed - not showing what she'd just been through at all. She looked peaceful
[10:08] Jasmine Slade watched the girl until she was asleep, her heart so heavy for her. Clio she's said, the record place... well, she wasn't going to wait for the police. She'd just do a little looking herself.
[10:11] Jasmine Slade signs out for lunch and heads for the door, no way she can eat, but if she can find out anything it will be better than nothing.