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Post by Donato Martelli on May 12, 2015 23:24:53 GMT -5
It was rare occasion to see Donato Martelli in a bad mood. It was even MORE rare to see him yelling and screaming. Don always knew he could look intimidating if he didn't smile, it was one of the reasons he stayed so cheerful all the time. Well, most of the time, now certainly wasn't one of those times.
Somehow what had started as an uncomfortable and hardly tolerable conversation had grown into a full blown shouting match between the Ookami and a man that could have passed for an older(and meaner) version of him. Donato's father, Luciano had been in the country on a business trip, and since he had been near the town his son had finally settled in he thought he'd see if he could talk him out of this HORRIBLE excuse for a marriage that Bianca had told him about.
Once the shouting had started up the two men lapsed into Italian without realizing it. Luciano had tried to start the conversation in their native tongue in the first place, but Donato had been against speaking in a language his fiancé wouldn't understand right in front of him. Now he was so ANGRY and upset and freaked out to even THINK in the second language let alone speak it! Eventually it got to the point where all he could do was repeat the same phrase over and over.
"Stai zitto! Stai zitto stai zitto STAI ZITTO!!!" The older Ookami roared inside the apartment, only to be met with more shouting from his father. Don's normally tanned face was red with wide, panicked eyes as both of his hands came up to hold his head and pull his hair. He took a step back for every step forward his dad took. Had he been able to think straight Don would have felt terrible that Egil was seeing this happen, Keith had probably been the only other person outside of the family to see him like this and that alone made him sick to his stomach when he thought about it.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 2, 2015 20:12:26 GMT -5
Egil had started out the conversation following fairly well. He'd been a bit occupied with cleaning up dinner, so he'd missed a fair chunk of the actual context and details, but he'd taken notice when it devolved into angry Italian shouting. He'd never heard that out of Don, not ever. He'd been paralyzed, standing with a damp dishcloth, as Luciano and Don had started the yelling and he hadn't known if he should intervene or not.
Now, however? He darted between them, doing his best to provide a shield for Don from his father. He didn't know much more than Luciano disapproved about their engagement, but whatever it had turned into wasn't something he was going to just stand around for! Not when Don looked so scared and upset! "Stop." He said, enunciating to make sure he was heard clearly as he looked Mr Martelli dead in the eyes. He didn't have Satoru's death stare, but he had one of his own that was effective enough. "You're not welcome here, get out of our home." Egil took care to make his words clear and forceful. Mr Martelli needed to leave.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 2, 2015 21:00:53 GMT -5
The shouting only stopped once Egil had come between the two Italians. While Mr Martelli's response was to pause and give a glare of his own to the boy that had interrupted him, Donato had quickly run off to one of the two bedrooms and slammed the door shut behind him. Unbelievable. "Eighteen years of my life were wasted on that boy." He told the blond in a thick accent. The Italian man didn't find himself threatened by Egil in the slightest, he was more disgusted than anything. "If I want to speak with him then it's his damned obligation to shut up and listen." He knew Donato had been a disappointment for years now, but this was just pathetic.
Don had gone off to his bedroom, or the one that WAS his room when he first moved in he didn't really know, and locked the door behind him. There was so much going on inside the Ookami right now, so many emotions like anger, fear, shame, and... and oh god this one the one he hated the most he wasn't supposed to feel this one Papá told him a long time ago that real men weren't supposed to feel this he needed to do SOMETHING.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 2, 2015 21:23:45 GMT -5
Egil's glower intensified. "Out." He stated again, trusting neither his temper nor his vocabulary skills to hold up when talking to the man in front of him but feeling the need to stick up for his fiance, he continued. "Donato is wonderful," he started. "He is wonderful and strong and you do not get to speak to him like that, you do not deserve to be listened to, and you will get out of our home now." He stood firm, using as much of his mass as possible to try and intimidate the Italian. He was trained by the army and by gunslingers, he refused to back down now no matter how nervous he was with confrontation.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 2, 2015 22:04:53 GMT -5
Luciano nearly laughed, things were just getting ridiculous now. "Wonderful? Strong?" He actually laughed as he spoke the latter. "Not the words I'd use for him. My god, you actually think he's strong..." He seemed to get a kick out of that one, because he was laughing quietly to himself. The laughing stopped after a second of it though, and he settled into a calm face and tone. "I feel bad for your parents, they must be so disappointed."
As the exchange was going on, Don looked around the room, panicked and his eyes locked on to his reflection in a mirror. Did he really look like that? Wide eyes and shaking arms and he didn't look happy at all, this wasn't good he needed to get rid of this!
Without any thought he slammed both fists into the mirror and shattered it with a loud sound. Some glass even stuck into his hands, but he didn't notice that. All he knew was that his head was starting to get fuzzy, and he was beginning to lose balance before blacking out completely.
The brunette Ookami collapsed as his entire body began to shake violently. During his fall Donato had caught onto one of the longer pieces of glass that managed to cut through his bottom lip and down to nearly his chin. Blood was flowing out fairly quick and Don didn't seem to register anything as he continued to shake.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 2, 2015 22:39:58 GMT -5
Insulting him was fine, he could take it, and he was here to be a shield for Donato and his father was a pissbag so he was at least expecting that. But his family, who had never done anything and were no longer around to defend themselves? That was the last straw.
Egil smashed his fist into Luciano's face, blood spurting as he felt something give under the weight of the blow. "Get. Out!" He snarled, before grabbing some of Luciano's shirt to drag him out the front door. He almost reached it too, when he heard glass shattering. He dropped the handful of fabric as his fury immediately abated for something more akin to worry. Fear, more accurately.
The Swede raced back towards the bedrooms, halted only by the lock on the door. He grappled with the handle for a moment. "Don!?" He called, knowing somehow that something was wrong. Even more so when he got no response. He didn't waste time with a key and just sincerely hoped his landlord would understand it was an emergency as he shifted his weight and slammed the door open.
What he saw wasn't comforting.
Don was on the floor, bloodied and surrounded by glass from the shattered mirror and he was spasming- a seizure? Shit fuck shit-- He pulled off his hoodie, it was soft and Don would need it, and tucked it under Don's head as he rolled him onto his side. He moved the remaining shards of glass as far away as possible and sat to wait, consumed with worry. He couldn't do much else until the seizure ended other than time it, and he'd missed the start of it...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 2, 2015 22:55:51 GMT -5
The seizure had lasted just over a minute by the time it stopped. Don's body stilled and the Italian seemed unconscious as more blood came out of the massive cut into his lip. Had he been awake he might have congratulated his fiance for landing such a blow to his father, even though he'd never get to see the damage that had been done to the elder Italian. He seemed to have left while Egil was tending to Don.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 2, 2015 23:17:58 GMT -5
Egil breathed a sigh of relief as the seizure came to an end. It couldn't have been much longer than a minute, and no where near the three-minute danger mark. Now he just needed to tend to the cuts... Don would need to wake up on his own, though... He'd probably come to when he felt the stinging of disinfectant. Egil refused to let his hands tremble as he retrieved the first aid kit and began working on the cuts, starting with stemming the bleeding cut on Don's face.
It was probably going to scar, but it wouldn't hinder him for much longer than it would take to heal up. It looked like it would need stitches though, so for now Egil did his best to tape it up properly for a temporary patch as he worked to get the glass out of Don's hands. This, at least, he was confident he could do properly. And leaving the shards in Don's hands could cause some serious damage. He spoke quietly to Don throughout the procedure, just in case he woke up...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 2, 2015 23:33:15 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Don started to come to. His head was still fuzzy, and he didn't even try to sit up just yet as his eyes started to open. He heard a voice, someone talking to him, and he mumbled something in Italian before noticing how weird his mouth felt. His hands were stinging too, and he rolled his head back to the side since he still couldn't get himself to sit up to see what was going on. What the hell just happened?
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 2, 2015 23:50:18 GMT -5
Egil brushed some of Don's bangs out of his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "You had a seizure," he said quietly, moving a cup of water near. If Don was careful he should be able to drink a little, but Egil didn't have the supplies to patch up his lip properly. A hospital would be best, but he needed to get Don moving first. "And you cut yourself up some..." They would have to talk about that, and he might need to tell Don a few things, mostly that he had probably broken his father's nose. "Things happened."
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 3, 2015 0:15:23 GMT -5
Donato just blinked as he listened to Egil. A seizure? Dammit, he hadn't had one of those in a really long time. He moved a hand up to feel what was making his mouth feel so odd, and also to see the damage done to his hand. There was tape? On his lip? Did he cut his lip?! Don almost spoke, but he stopped himself because he wasn't sure how sensitive it would be or if he would mess it up any more. It couldn't be that bad though, right? He hoped it wouldn't scar, please no he was fine with scars just not on his face he didn't want that!
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 3, 2015 0:20:13 GMT -5
"I also probably broke your father's nose," he decided to say, noticing how Don's fingers lingered just a bit on the cut on his lip. It was almost certainly going to scar, but Egil didn't see much of an issue with that. Lip scars were something of a secret... not kink, but he did like them aesthetically. He wasn't sure what it was. Egil took one of Don's hands in his own as he spoke. "But, ah... we need to get you to the hospital to get your lip looked at..."
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 3, 2015 0:38:24 GMT -5
Don's eyes widen for a moment at the comment about his dad, but he let it drop for the moment because yes he definitely needed his lip looked at FAST. He still felt a little light headed though, and he held his arms out to Egil as he hoped him wanting to be carried was clear without him needed to say anything. This not talking thing was hard, he didn't like it.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 5, 2015 20:29:37 GMT -5
Egil gave a soft smile and lifted the other Ookami up without too much trouble. Donato was heavy from muscle, but Egil wasn't exactly a pushover himself. He'd get Donato at least most of the way there, and hopefully by then the older Ookami would feel more up to walking. He just hoped no one tried to break in, locking up was the least of his worries right now.
((To the hospital!))
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