#Day 4 was experimenting w mals hair

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I got a new tablet so I did a practice page of different characters

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In the night and most of the day you had been locked in the brig, you were surprisingly….not treated like dirt? You honestly had expected mals little stories of Uma to be true, treating her prisoners as if the weren’t even worth the bottom of her shoe, letting her crew torture them.

But the entire time you had been there, nothing really happened, they gave you back your bag and all its stuff inside (with one or two granola bars missing, courtesy of Gil) and had tossed you a pillow and blanket.

All in all, it wasn’t a horrible experience that Mal had foretold, actually, Uma was being….accommodating? and you had to say, Gil was a very entertaining guard.

You laid on your back as you watch Gil deal the Uno cards, his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly. “okay there, now, 7 each right?”

You nodded and watched as he tossed cards through the bars to you. “what are yeh gilly weeds doin’?” a confused Harry said from the top of the brig stairs, he….looked like a normal teen, his large red jacket was missing from his shoulders, he was now wearing a plain white t-shirt and black-grey sweatpants with some old repaired converse.

“uno! It’s a card game from Auradon, wanna play?” Harry sighed and looked to the ceiling, before shrugging. “sure im bored and can’t sleep”

He slid down on the wall next to Gil, holding out his hands for cards. Gil dealt him out the 7 and then turned to you. “what were the rules again?”

“match the color or number, 7s you can switch cards with whoever you want and 0’s are everyone switches hands, you can stack plus twos and fours, and you can jump in if you have the exact same card”

You flipped the first card down, Gil going next and Harry following.

It was a while before the chaos started.

But booooy Harry was funny when he was mad.

“HOW FEKIN DARE YEH GIL!! I ONLY HAD ONE CARD LEFT AND YEH BETRAY MEH LIKE THA’?” you were laughing your ass off as gil just smiled smugly as Harry screamed at him.

“it's just part of the game Harry!” Gil laughed, leaning back and grinning like the Cheshire cat. Harry pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at him, eyes drifting to you, who was still giggling.

“i-I cant breathheheh!” you cackled, feeling tears run down your cheeks, you cracked open your eyes, seeing Gil beaming down at you while Harry had his….look on his face “s-sorry” you breathed deep, trying to calm down before bursting into another fit of giggles.

“you-you good lass?” Harry had opened the door to your cell awhile ago, so he leaned over and rubbed your shoulder, you nodded and stopped laughing for a moment, staring into Harry's blue eyes….before bursting into ANOTHER fit of laughter. “yer very giggly aren��t yeh” he chuckled

“i-im so-sorry” you cried, your stomach was starting to hurt “Its-its always hard for me to stop laughing” Gil let his own set of laughter lose, sitting up from his spot on the floor and helping you sit up.

“I've learned laying down doesn’t help stop the laughter” he offered, holding you in place as you finally gained control of your breathing.

“t-thanks” you sighed, waving your hands in your face to cool yourself down.

“you’re welcome” Gil chirped, picking his cards back up and nodding to you “your turn right?”

“y-yeah” you picked your cards up and tossed down a +4, jumping in on your own card. “plus-four Gil” Harry cackled

“haha! Revenge yeh gakit!” Gil rolled his eyes and took his cards. Harry smirked at you, slamming down a + 4 and cackling. You just mock laughed and smacked down your OWN +4.

“hahahaha ha~” Gil laughed, putting down ANOTHER + 4 “take 12 Harry!” Harry just stared down at the card, he dropped his cards and stood, giving you and Gil the middle finger and stomping back upstairs and to his cabin.

You and Gil glanced at each other and burst out into laughter.

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Uma and you just kinda….stared at each other as noon rolled around “what the hell happened last night?” uma cocked her hip and raised her brow.

“We played Uno and Gil plus twelved harry” you shrugged, Uma just looked more confused.

“uh…okay whatever” Uma muttered, scratching her neck “Let's hope your little friends come for you huh?” you nodded, pursing your lips and looking around.

“so what do really want with the wand?” Uma sighed, deciding to just lay it all out.

“be free? That’s it mostly, it sucks here, rotten food, I have to sew all my clothes an-“

“hold the fu*k up” you stopped her, staring at her with wide eyes “ROTTEN FOOD!??!?!”

Uma just stared at you confused “uh yeah? The barge just sends all your leftovers? You didn’t-“

“NO I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT HOLY FUCK IM GONNA KILL ADAM MYSELF!” you screamed, “HE LIED TO US, HE TOLD US YOU GUYS WERE GETTING FRESH FOOD AFTER THAT SCANDAL 15 YEARS AGO HOLY FU*K!!”

“w-what scandal?” Uma muttered. You blew your hair out of your face more dramatically than you usually would have.

“a lot of people found out that the isle wasn’t getting ANY good food so they got mad and made him start sending fresh food and assuming you're not lying, he just dropped it as soon as everyone stopped paying attention!!!”

Uma groaned and face planted “I think I remember the small time of fresh food….i think it was like half a year and that was it.” Uma was genuinely surprised at your anger “so you really didn’t know about the whole rotten food thing?”

“i-I don’t think even Ben knows! King asshole is still in charge of the isle…stuff so hes been hiding it from Ben! Im sure if Ben knew, you all would have been eating actual food as soon as he became king”

Uma sighed and rubbed her forehead “This is just one big ol’ mess” she looked over your shoulder and yelled out to Harry “get her to the plank, im sure they’re almost here” she looked back at you for a moment.

“….you won't be going over don’t worry about it” she muttered, sighing loudly as she walked to the gangplank.

Harry walked over and untied you, looking from Uma to you “what did yeh tell ‘er?”

You didn’t answer, looking down at Harry's arms, realizing that he was much…smaller that you thought he would be.

As if he never got enough to eat, you knew if you grabbed his wrist your fingers would touch. Harry frowned as you looked at his arms, forcing you to turn around and push you towards the plank.

“jus’ walk lass” you obeyed and simply walked to the plank.

As the vks arrived, including Ben and Lonnie, Uma got excited, bouncing around and jeering at Mal.

“Finally~! Let's get this started shall we?”

A few minutes of negotiations went by, most of which you stood on the plank, Harry's hand gripping your shoulder to keep you from losing your balance.

“now why would you give me a phony wand?” huh? How did Uma-

Mals jaw dropped and she looked over to you with betrayal in her eyes “you-you told her!?!” Uma let out a cackled, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“nope~ you just did~” she nodded her head at Harry, who stared to guide you backward and back to the brig.

“hey- what!?”

“you didn’t go through with your half Malsy, why would I go through with mine?” Uma laughed, gesturing for her crew to advance on Mals, driving them back to the garage.

“we’ll be sending our demands later beasty boy~” Uma cooed, giving him a sharp grin as he looked to you desperately, you sighed and started to head back to your cell. Harry was just behind you, making it seem like he was forcing you back down to the brig.

Something bugged at the back of your mind….maybe you being stuck here would shed light on the isle and in the end, Uma would get what she wanted in a way without the wand or destroying Auradon in the process.

--end of part 7--

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Day 1:

“It’s only the first day, Linc, it’s totally normal for her to stay out.” Daisy’s voice was always so well controlled that he didn’t know if she believed the words she was saying. She probably didn’t, he told himself. “You know she’s been through a lot. She just needs a break.”

Lincoln nodded silently as he watched the redheads fingers move nimbly through Mallory’s blonde hair, twirling them into two plaits. He must have zoned out when they’d cleaned the blood out of it. That made it easier for him to breathe every time he looked at her.

Daisy left, not trying to say anything further to Lincoln. A gesture he appreciated because he didn’t know if he remembered how to speak anymore. Lucy came out from behind the curtain as Adam’s mother’s voice was heard in the distance. His sister might have said something to him, but he couldn’t tell. The woman he’d come to know as Nicole held out a black coffee from the machine for Lincoln.

“You seem to need it,” she spoke in a gentle voice, smiling at Lucy who thanked her on Lincoln’s behalf. Lincoln wondered wryly how much the woman would smile if she knew she was in the same room as her future grandchild with absolutely no clue. “And Ms. Brendt, dear, I do hope you and your baby are doing well. I can’t imagine what you went through.”

If he’d had any energy, he would have nearly scoffed.

The woman and her husband disappeared to talk to their son and his jaw tightened as he heard Adam’s voice. It was a selfish thought of him to have, but he thought he might have swapped Mallory’s place with his in a heartbeat. After the idea passed his mind he began tugging at his own hair, hating himself for being so selfish but he couldn’t help it he couldn’t help it he didn’t mean to think that.

“Hey, Lincoln, hey come on stop, hey stop doing that.” It was Lucy’s voice that broke through the waves of guilt he felt, bringing him back to reality.

“No no no no I thought something bad I thought a bad thing.”

“What bad thing Lincoln? Lincoln what bad thing?”

And just like that, he snapped out of it, making himself take a deep breath.

“Never mind. I just… I d-do-d-don’t r-r-rem-member.” A lie, but one that was for the best. The concern on Lucy’s face became more prevalent than before, and Lincoln forced a smile. “I-I’m go-g-gonna go get s-some foo-f-food. I’ll be back soon.”

Day 3:

It had been far too long since Lincoln had shaved or showered or done anything to take care of himself. He couldn’t do anything but sit there, wasting away in the chair as he watched the line on Mallory’s heart monitor go up and down. Empty coffee cups sat on the desk behind him, broken poems scribbled on the side as he’d always done for Mallory before.

It was only day 3.

People were still telling him to hold onto hope. That this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He wondered if they understood that the only reason he survived the weeks without her before was by knowing she was a phone call away and knowing that once he was brave enough to face her and his mistake they would be fine.

He wondered if they understood that the labyrinth his mind had become over the years was unnavigable without the light she provided with her heartbeat.

He wondered if they understood that every day she stayed asleep, his sanity fled deeper and deeper into that labyrinth.

Day 5:

Sleep was no longer a concept Lincoln really remembered. He was downing a large coffee at least four times a day and even if he hadn’t been chugging so much espresso his mind wouldn’t have shut off long enough to allow him a rest more than the occasional hour long naps when he found himself bogged down by a vivid nightmare over and over again. Mallory, bloody and dead in his arms.

His knees were tucked up against his chest as he sat near her bed now. He was trying to read aloud from the book of his poetry he’d roughly constructed but the words and letters were floating around on the page as he tried.

In the distance - or perhaps right next to him he no longer cared enough to tell - he heard a nurse discussing his own health with someone who sounded like Logan. Then again it could have been Lucy or Daisy or anyone who wasn’t Mallory because Mallory couldn’t speak.

“We’re concerned that his lack of sleep combined with his autism and OCD could lead to… some sort of mental episode. What we can do is provide him with some sleeping medicine if you would authorize that, to just get him to rest. If he continues this way I… just don’t know.”

“It’s fine. I’ll sign off on it, but good luck selling him on it.”

Lincoln did not go down without a fight.

“Wake me up if she does,” he said weakly as his eyes fought off the darkness that encompassed him, only having been swayed after being told he could end up hurting himself or someone else if he kept on acting like this.

Day 6:

When he woke up he was in a stranger’s room, it was empty, dark and quiet. Looking down at his arm in the dimly lit room he saw wires and tubes connected to it and couldn’t contain the gag working its way up his throat.

“N-Nu-Nurse! Nurse!” He began yelling and not long after, a short man dressed in scrubs entered the room.

“Mr. Brendt, how are you fee-“

“Unho-Unhook m-me from th-this machi-m-machine,” Lincoln spoke impatiently.

“Oh I’ll have to make sure you’re well enough to-“

“If y-you don’t I w-will,” he threatened, holding his hand over the tubes which caused the nurse to come over quickly and begin unhooking him, bandaging the small patch where his incision was. With shaky legs, he stood up and left the room. He sighed in relief realizing he was just across the hall from Mallory, walking the short distance with legs that seemed to forget how to move.

Regardless, he found his seat left exactly where it had been when he left, and his coffee cups untouched in their stacks of five because five was a good number five made good things happen. Tapping his finger against his knee repeatedly he counted them out.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Day 9:

Lincoln was laying in a bed, prepped for surgery after having kissed all of his sisters on the top of the head and waving a goodbye before he walked into the prep room.

“You’ll have to lay down for at least two days. And then for about four weeks, maybe six, you’ll need to take all physical activity to a minimum, no lifting more than 10 to 15 pounds, we don’t suggest intercourse during the recovery time, all around you’ll have to be careful standing long periods of time and take care of yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Abs-Absolutely.”

“I know there aren’t a lot of other options but I don’t want you to do this and regr-“

“Just take me back.”

“There’s a chance we may still lose h-“

“TAKE ME BACK!” Lincoln shouted. He was uninterested in hearing anyone talk about possibly losing Mallory.

“Okay…” The doctor still sounded hesitant, but the nurse who was pushing his bed had been there when Mallory’s kidneys began to fail. So had Lincoln. Within hours and a few tests that showed he was, remarkably, a match, the boy was in a hospital bed being rolled into surgery.

As he was pushed into the sterile, cold procedure room, he rolled his head to the side to see Mallory’s pretty blonde hair.

“Abou-out t-time I paid you back f-for saving me,” he whispered before they turned his head back upwards and placed a mask over his face.

“Okay dear, just count back from 10,” said a nice woman just behind his head.

He didn’t even make it to 8.

Day 11:

Lincoln could walk again, but instead he sat next to Mallory’s bed right where he always did. He thought he remembered Jean and Eddie thanking him over and over for what he did. He also thought it was silly for anyone to think he wouldn’t have given up both of his lungs and heart and liver and everything he had to give if it meant she would be brought back into the world.

He didn’t remember what being a person felt like anymore. He didn’t remember any sensations other than fear and panic and anger and exhaustion. He didn’t remember having any intentions other than to keep fighting while the love of his life did the same.

His sleep came in waves that day, brought on by the pain meds he still took every few hours. Between the periods of darkness when his mind finally escaped reality, Lincoln wrote poems upon poems upon poems. Desperate for the right words that might bring her back.

“Y-You just keep… k-ke-keep r-resting, L-Lov-Love. B-But pl-please come b-bac-back… I-I-I n-nee-need you…”

Sleep took him away again, unwanted but still appreciated, and in his dreams that night there was nothing. Emptiness, surrounded by nothing but pitch black. It was a welcome escape from the fear and sadness that had wracked his body every waking minute.

Day 12:

A man came in holding a bible.

Lincoln to the side, slightly numb to the whole experience but he was aware of what was happening. They were blessing Mallory, so if she did die, she would go to heaven. It caused his stomach to lurch, the idea that people were making preparations in the case of her death.

Lincoln had arrangements of his own, but he didn’t want to share those plans with anyone else.

“F-Father?” Lincoln has found himself following the man out of the room, limping slightly. “C-Can I as-ask you s-someth-something?”

The man turned around and faced Lincoln with a smile.

“Of course, how can I help you?”

“W-Well I-I um… so-s-so I’m n-not a v-ver-very re-r-relig-ligious p-perso-person, I don’t kn-know how it w-work-works ex-exactly but cou-c-could you t-tell G-Go-G-God s-someth-something for m-me?”

The man’s expression was patient as he nodded.

”What is it, Son?”

”I-I w-wan-wanted… I’ve w-wanted a f-fam-famil-mily my… who-whole l-life… b-but if…if-if Mal-M-Mallory c-c-co-comes-s b-back I will gi-g-give up my dr-drea-dream. He’ll n-nev-never h-hear me wi-w-wish for my own s-son or dau-d-daughter again. C-Coul-d y-you te-t-ell h-him that?”

The man’s face went from patient to devastated as Lincoln finished speaking.

”Oh, Dear boy, you poor thing…”

”I-I don’t want-t-t y-your pit-ty… Pl-Plea-ease j-just tell h-him?”

The man nodded, reaching out his hands to take Lincoln’s. Lincoln barely enjoyed physical contact from a stranger under normal circumstances and these circumstances were far from normal. So he flinched away, curling his hands into his chest. 

“I’ll tell him,” the man said, taking his own hands back. 

With a satisfied nod, Lincoln disappeared to return to Mallory’s bedside.

Day 14: 

Lincoln had to fight for the first time to keep Mallory on for just a couple more days. At that point, the only thing keeping her alive was the machine she was relying on for a heartbeat. 

 “P-Pl-Please-Please I-I’ll p-p-pa-pay f-fo-f-for-r it plea-p-p-p-pl-please ju-j-j-jus-j-just a c-cou-c-c-couple m-mo-m-more d-da-d-days!” 

His frantic voice swayed Mallory’s grandparents, agreeing to just a couple more days. Lincoln knew that in a couple more days if Mallory wasn’t awake he’d fight again and again until he had no fight left in him. Lincoln was stitching together the many loose pages on which he’d written countless poems during his time there. 

He figured that when she woke up she’d want to read them. It was a rare day for Lincoln, meaning it was one in which he was actually aware of the world beyond the four walls that boxed him into that room or beyond the line of vision between he and Mallory. 

Meaning when Mason Safaatauemana walked in with a pitiful look on his face, Lincoln had already lost patience for the boy who had found such disgusting delight in charming Mallory into a date ages ago. 

“Hey, man,” he started as he took a few steps towards Lincoln who, had he had even a drop less of self control in his body, may have growled at him. “I just wanted to swing by and say I was sorry, you know. For everything.” 

“L-Li-L-Like?” 

“Like... I wish I’d been able to do something to save her, or to stop it all, you know? I’m just-“ 

Rage bubbled in Lincoln’s head, boiling so loudly he was deaf to any other words Mason was saying. 

“A-Are you ki-k-Kidd-kidding?!” 

“What-“ 

“Are you KIDDING?!” Lincoln stood up now, putting a hand over his side with a groan. “You’re going to take this moment right here, this moment in which the love of my life is laying in bed because a deranged madman shot her and you’re going to turn it into a situation in which you could have been the hero of the cards had fallen right?!” 

“I’m sorry I-“ 

“You don’t get to be the hero in everyone’s story, Mason!! If anyone could have saved her it would have been ME!! There was nothing YOU of all people could do!” 

The sleepless nights that made days blend together like wet paint left him exhausted and had caught up to him, making this seem catastrophic. 

“I mean you, you just... you just run into people’s life and expect them to bend into whatever they need to be for you to fit with them. You never change to fit anyone! I changed to be your friend, to live with you, to get your stupid approval I change for EVERYONE I didn’t have to change for Mallory and you’re going to come in here saying you wish you’d been able to save her?!?” 

Lincoln shoved Mason’s shoulders, all of the anger he’d ever felt towards the redhead coming out as he continued shouting. 

“I mean seriously?! You ask her on a date just to try to fuck her and then you keep treating her and I like shit like we’re lesser than you because she didn’t want to fuck you and because I stutter and wasn’t one of your original friends!” Lincoln shoved him again and this time Mason held him back, keeping his hand on his shoulders to stop Lincoln from getting any closer. This only made Lincoln feel attacked and he swung, connecting his fist with Mason’s face. 

“Lincoln, Lincoln stop,” Mason pleaded, trying to keep him away while also trying to calm him down. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to start this right now.” 

“Stop telling me what I want to do! Nobody but me knows what I want to do!!!” 

By then Mason had gotten them out into the hallway, away from the medical equipment and away from Mallory. 

“I know what I want to do! You don’t and Lucy doesn’t and the nurses don’t! I don’t want to be here without Mallory don’t tell me what I want!” 

Another swing, another fist slamming into Mason’s face. The redhead clenched his jaw, clinging onto reality so he wouldn’t blackout. 

“Lincoln please, please I don’t want to blackout I could hurt you I could kill you!” 

At the thought of Mason killing him, Lincoln punched him again, harder than before and this time in the gut. 

“Then kill me! KILL ME!!!” Lincoln was screaming now, his voice shrill and drawing the attention of the other patients and some of the nurses. “Please, Mason if I’m your friend at all - if I’ve ever been your friend then kill me I don’t want to live without her I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t be me without her I would rather DIE!” 

Another punch, this time in the side and Mason finally shoved him away, backwards and into the arms of Hunter, who sighed and lined a syringe up against Lincoln’s neck. 

“Somebody please just kill me I don’t want to live without her please Mason, please please just do it promise me you’ll do it!” Even as he was stuck in the neck with medicine meant to sedate him, it took a few moments to work its way through his large body. “Mason I thought you were my friend please I just wanted you to kill me!” His words were sobs as his legs grew weak and Hunter enlisted Mason’s help in carrying him back into Mallory’s room. 

Adam was long gone by then, and they lifted him into the bed right next to Mallory. 

“Please,” his voice was a whimper as his eyes fought to remain open. “Someone just kill me...” 

Day 15 - Evening: 

Lincoln’s sanity was slipping again. After the breakdown the night before, it seemed to fall between his fingers like sand in a widespread hand. Slipping quickly, falling back towards the ground with nothing but gravity to stop it. He was sat in his chair when a nurse he didn’t recognize entered the room. She must have been new. That was okay, he told himself, Daisy wouldn’t let anyone but the best near his girl. He knew that much was true. 

Still, as she acknowledged his presence with a nod and wave before going about refilling Mallory’s IV, Lincoln couldn’t do anything but rock back and forth in his still chair. His arms hugging his own chest like that could keep him together as he rocked. 

“C-C-C’m-C’mon M-Ma-M-Mal-Mal... y-y-you don’t ha-h-have m-much time-ti-time l-lef-l-left... You nee-n-need to c-come ba-b-back to me...” He murmured over and over again as he stared at Mallory. The nurse looked at him with sadness in her eyes. 

“You been waiting a while for her?,” she asked kindly. Lincoln didn’t respond. “Well you know, Darling, she can feel your stress. You can’t put too much pressure on her.” 

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on Lincoln’s life as the nurse spoke. He stopped rocking, stopped muttering things below his breath, stopped existing (at least it felt as if he had). He sat there unmoving as the nurse finished up. She bid him a good night that fell on deaf ears, as he held himself together desperately with his long arms. 

As soon as he heard the door shut with a click, Lincoln began pounding his fist against his head, punching himself in the forehead repeatedly until the pain became a dull reminder of how much he had fucked up. By the time a bruise had started blossoming on Lincoln’s face, he was screaming. No words came out exactly, he was screaming in fury and anger and hatred, angry at himself, furious at himself, hating himself. 

His screams reached frantic levels, the top of his lungs as he now began using both fists against himself. 

“It’s my fault it’s my fault it’s my fault!!!” He screamed, even as he heard the door be thrown open and Harley stood there with sadness in her eyes. “IT’S MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE IT’S MY FAULT SHES GOING TO DIE TOO MUCH PRESSURE!” 

Blood began trickling out of his forehead now and Harley frantically begged Declan to come pull him away and make him stop. 

“OH MY GOD I KILLED HER ITS MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE ITS MY FAULT!!!!” 

He was screaming so loudly now that his voice cracked and Declan entered the room, wrapping his large arms around Lincoln’s and prying his hands away from his head. 

“IT’S MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!!!” He was sobbing through his shouts now as Declan pulled him out of the room and Lincoln spotted the nurse who had said that. “SHE SAID IT WAS MY FAULT SHE SAID THERES TOO MUCH PRESSURE I JUST WANTED HER TO KNOW I BELIEVED IN HER BUT ITS MY FAULT ITS MY FAULT SHE WON’T WAKE UP AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!” 

The nurse looked devastated as blood continued spilling down Lincoln’s face. She couldn’t have known such a reaction would come out of such a mild mannered man. 

“I’m sorry I-“ She started.

“MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!” 

Eventually, Declan had wrestled him far enough away and locked him into a position which only exhausted Lincoln’s body if he tried to continue fighting. Instead of thrashing around anymore he became limp in the much bigger man’s arms and sobbed. 

“I just wanted her to know I believed she would come back she’s running out of time it’s all my fault...” 

Harley tried comforting him, using any words she thought may help but nothing changed how hard he cried. Not until he cried himself out in Harley’s arms (who had taken over once he’d stopped throwing his arms around). 

“I-I-I-I c-ca-c-can-can’t b-be ar-a-arou-a-around her anym-m-more.” 

“No Lincoln that’s not-“ 

“It’s m-my-my f-fau-f-fault I have t-to s-sta-s-stay away.” 

Nobody said anything else, letting him sit there and cry himself dry until he eventually decided he’d sleep in the waiting room. “I ha-h-have to stay aw-a-away...” 

Day 19: 

It was the end. No amount of fighting from Lincoln would change her grandparents minds anymore. Something about wanting to end the suffering she was going through and making sure she got into God’s Kingdom. It wasn’t an answer he was willing to accept but nothing was when it came to ending the life of the one person he had no intention on living without. They delivered the news as soon as he’d woken up that morning, wrapped in a bundle of blankets outside of Mallory’s room so his presence hold risk her recovery. 

All he remembered of his reaction was a scream so loud he no longer had a voice, only enough to croak out responses to people who spoke to him. He sat with his knees curled to his chest, tugging on his hair for hours as the world moved around him without him being present in it. People went in and out of Mallory’s room and Lincoln couldn’t do anything but watch their feet move past him.

Lily came up to him and sat beside him on the dirty ground. 

“Big brother, what’s wrong? Why is everyone crying?” 

Lincoln didn’t know if he was crying or not, his mind was desperate to shut down in order to protect itself. 

“Mallory’s going away, Lil,” Lincoln barely got out past the scratches in his throat. 

“Oh... Forever?” 

Lincoln nodded, letting out a sob into his fist as he did. Lily threw her arms around him.

“Hey, Mallory always said that when something sad happened, something good would come right after, right?” 

Another nod and another sob into his fist as he wrapped one arm around Lily. He didn’t want to give her up, he didn’t want to say goodbye to any of his sisters - in fact if anyone in the world would keep him there it would be them, but when he thought of a world without Mallory all he could see was himself wrapped up in a blanket on his mattress until he died of starvation or exposure or whatever it was people died from when they lay there unmoving for an endless amount of time, becoming nothing more than a vegetable, a burden on an already burdened family.

They sat there embracing until Eddie came over.

“Lincoln... If you... wanted to say goodbye.”

Goodbye.

The word washed over him like a tidal wave, pinning his body to the ground with some combination of horror and dread. Still, he stood up.

“H-He-Hey, go s-sit w-wi-with y-your si-s-sisters, L-Li-Lily, I’ll b-be out s-soo-s-soon.”

The young girl nodded, squeezing his waist before running off to sit with the other Brendt siblings. 

“Take as long as you need,” Eddie said, squeezing Lincoln’s hand. Lincoln nodded, going into the room and shutting it behind him. He took his spot in the chair that, at that point, had become molded to his shape. 

“I tried so hard, Baby,” he choked out through stutters and a hoarse voice, holding his hand tightly in his own. “I really tried so so so hard, I fought so hard to keep you here. I’m so sorry.” He was bawling almost immediately, barely able to get the words past his lips. “I just want you to be back here with me. I just want to hold you. I just want to kiss you and tell you how much I love you.”

His hands shook as he took the ring box out once more. “I know it’s probably selfish of me, to ask that you die with this on, but I don’t plan on being apart for long once you do, and I want you to have it in wherever there is after all of this.” 

He slid the ring on her finger and cried as he held it to his lips, pressing kisses against her cold skin, perfect even as she neared death. 

“Mallory I have so many things to thank you for and not enough time to say them all. Thank you for opening the door into my coffee shop that morning so long ago and walking into my life, thank you for changing the person I am, for making me a better - no the best version of myself. Thank you for holding my hand when it shakes and for finishing a game of mini golf with me when no one else ever has before. Thank you for sitting patiently with me as I try to spit out my order and for never being embarrassed by the person I am even though I’m embarrassed by the person I am. Thank you for being the one person in my life who knew how to fix all of the broken pieces of me, and thank you for not just knowing how to do it but for doing it. Thank you for loving a man who didn’t think of himself as worthy to be loved and thank you for kissing me even on the darkest days my mind had. Thank you for always seeing what was best for me and for doing it but mostly thank you for being the other part of me who I’ve been searching for for 22 years. For fitting every crooked edge and every shattered side I had. Thank you for completing me in a way I’ve never known.”

Tears were pouring down his cheeks as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

Once.

Twice.

A third, fourth and finally...

A fifth time.

“Please, Mallory, forgive me for what I am going to do when I leave this room. Find it in that beautiful soul to love me again even in death and to forgive me for being such a coward that I can’t live without you.” He was gripping her hand tightly now, sobbing into her hair. 

“Forgive me for not loving you for every moment I could have, and for taking for granted the love you gave me. I never will again. Forgive me for breaking your heart in a way I’ll never forgive myself for. Please, Mallory, when I see you again open your arms to me so that we can be together again.” 

As he squeezed her hand, he could swear she squeezed back but he knew that wasn’t possible - that such things only happened in dreams or movies or books. 

“This is not my goodbye, it isn’t,” he said adamantly. Tears fell onto Mallory’s porcelain face, dripping off of his cheeks. “I will see you again but in the meantime I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated the words over and over again, sobbing them out as he held her hand to his lips. 

He felt another squeeze, this time a bit more real. Maybe even a real one. 

“I love you I love you I love you,” he continued, his eyes trained on her face now, looking for any signs of movement. Her cheek twitched, as if she wanted to brush away one of the tears there on the skin. “Mallory?!” He reached out, wiping her face clear of his tears. Her lip moved now. He must be dreaming or dead already. There was no way this could be happening. “Mallory, Baby, Baby if you’re there I need you to do something baby, Mallory are you there?!” He watched as her eyelashes fluttered, as if they wanted to open. He let out a desperate sob, punched himself in the leg to see if he was awake. He was. “Mallory, Baby that’s it, that’s it please, Mal, please I just need to see your eyes.” 

He gripped her hand with nearly white knuckles, whispering please over and over to herself. Then, there they were. Her blue eyes blinking against the light of the room. Lincoln fell backwards, tripping over the chair and landing with a THUMP on his butt, he scrambled back up. 

“You did it, oh my god you did it you came back, Baby I knew you’d come back oh my god you’re so strong you’re so strong!” Lincoln was sobbing, kissing Mallory’s hand once more before rushing towards the hallway. Before he ran out, he took one last glance at Mallory. “I’ve missed your eyes,” he whispered before disappearing into the hall.

“Do-D-Doctors-s-s! Nur-N-Nu-Nurses! G-Go-G-God-d-d!!! Whoe-Wh-Whoever will li-l-liste-l-listen!!!” A crowd of people, most of them his friends and a few others were nurses and a doctor who’d run to see the commotion. “Sh-She’s ali-a-alive.” 

With those words, so much relief flooded through his body that he fell limp to the floor as cheers erupted around him and the doctor, along with the nurses, ran past him into Mallory’s room. He slipped into unconsciousness with the first genuine smile he’d had in 19 days.

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Cumplir años, ¡un placer! – Elsa Pataky Confidential Cuando eres muy jovencita quieres cumplir años a toda prisa, para emanciparte, para que te tomen en serio, para tener nuevas experiencias. A mi edad sin embargo te bebes la vida sorbo a sorbo, disfrutando de cada momento que te ofrece la vida. He pasado ya la barrera de los cuarenta y me encuentro mejor que nunca.   Es la primera vez que celebro mi cumple sin la presencia de Chris, que está trabajando en Estados Unidos, pero una de las cosas que he aprendido a lo largo de los años es disfrutar de lo que tienes en vez de lamentar lo que te falta. Así que, a falta de marido he disfrutado de hijos y amigos. La verdad que, ¡no está nada mal!   El día empezó genial, mis pequeños irrumpieron a primera hora de la mañana en mi habitación, pero, en vez de gritar como siempre “mamá, desayunoooo”, empezaron a cantarme cumpleaños feliz… en español. ¡El mejor regalo!   When you are really young you want to age in a rush so as to become independent, to be taken seriously, to experience new things. However, at my age you drink life sip by sip, enjoying every bit and moment life offers to you. I have surpassed the 40s barrier already and I feel better than ever before. This is the first time I have a birthday without Chris around, since he’s working in the US, but one thing I’ve learned over the years is to enjoy what I have instead of lamenting what’s lacking. So, although my husband was missing, I’ve enjoyed the company of my kids and friends. Not bad at all, to be honest. The day started great with my little ones bursting in my room first thing in the morning, but instead of shouting “mom, breakfaaaaast”, they started singing me happy birthday… in Spanish. Best gift ever!     Luego, a lo largo del día la casa se llenó de flores, muchas flores. Los peques ayudaron a decorar la casa.   Then, the house got full of flowers -lots of flowers- throughout the day. The kids helped decorating our home.       Recibí un magnifico regalo de Chris, que me encanta, y unos preciosos regalos que me hicieron los peques.   I got a magnificent gift from Chris, which I love, and a few wonderful gifts made by the little ones.       Por la noche, ¡piñata para mamá!, ejem…   At night, a piñata for mom!, ahem…       Soplar las velas de la tarta y la cena con la familia.   Blowing out the candles on the birthday cake and dinner with the family.       Y, después de la cena, una copa con mis mejores amigas de Byron. Ha sido un día redondo. ¡Desde luego, cumplir años es un placer!   No quisiera terminar este post sin agradecer todas las muestras de cariño que he recibido de vosotros, Confidentes, y también en las redes sociales. Gracias, mil gracias. Me siento muy dichosa contar con vuestro apoyo y cariño.   ¡Un millón de besos y a ser felices!   And, after dinner, a drink with my best friends in Byron. It’s been a perfect day. Of course, ageing is a pleasure! I wouldn’t want to finish this post without thanking all the signs of affection I’ve received from you, Confidants, and also in social media. Thanks, a thousand thanks. I am grateful for all your support and affection. A million kisses and be happy! 9. http://blogs.glamour.es/elsa-pataky-confidential/mitos-y-topicos-sobre-australia/ 10. Mitos y tópicos sobre Australia – Elsa Pataky Confidential Hola Confidentes, ¿cómo van esas vacaciones? Hoy he pensado contaros algunas cosas sobre Australia, ese país tan grande y apenas conocido sobre el que hay bastantes tópicos, algunos verdaderos, otros no. Os voy a contar unos cuantos.    El inglés australiano es dificilísimo de entender para un europeo   Absolutamente cierto, y no solo para los europeos, sino para cualquiera. El acento que tienen los australianos es distinto al británico o americano y algunos pronuncian algunas palabras a medias, con lo que entenderles se te hace bastante cuesta arriba al principio, aunque sepas inglés. Aun así, depende de las personas, porque a Chris me era muy difícil entenderle al principio, sobre todo cuando hablábamos por teléfono. Estaba todo el rato, “¿perdón?”, “repite eso” … pero a mi suegra en cambio la entiendo perfectamente. También es verdad que ella es profesora de inglés y esto ayuda. Así que, lo mejor que puedes hacer es pedirles que te hablen des-pa-ci-to. Todos los australianos son rubios   Esta es seguramente la imagen que se transmite a través de algunos personajes del cine como Cocodrilo Dundee o Thor J. Pero la realidad es que, aunque muchos de sus habitantes descienden de los británicos e irlandeses que llegaron al país en el siglo XIX, siendo Australia un país de inmigrantes, es imposible definir al “típico australiano”. Pero, no olvidemos que los habitantes indigenas de Australia son los aborígenes ( “aborigines” en inglés). Hoy día, existen unos cuatrocientos pueblos aborígenes (“aborigines”) en Australia, con sus lenguas y culturas distintas.   Hi there, Confidants! How’s your holiday going? Today I thought about telling you a few things regarding Australia, that big and barely known country that has so many clichés and stereotypes around it -some true, some not at all. I’m going to tell you about some of them. Australian English is very difficult to understand for Europeans Absolutely true, and not only for Europeans, but for anyone. Australian accent differs from American and English accent and some Australians shorten or barely pronounce some words, so understanding them is quite a struggle even if you speak English. Anyway, it truly depends on who you’re speaking with, because to me it was really difficult to understand Chris on the phone at the beginning. I was like “sorry?” and “repeat that” all the time… but I had no problems whatsoever understanding my mother-in-law. It’s also true that she is an English teacher and that helps, though. So, the best thing you can do is to ask them to speak s-low-ly. All Australians are blond This is surely an image transmitted via film characters such as Crocodile Dundee or Thor J. But the truth is, even though many Australian inhabitants are descendants of the British and Irish who arrived on the 19th century, for Australia is an immigrant country, it’s impossible to define such thing as a “typical Australian”. But let’s not forget that the indigenous people of Australia are the aborigines. Today there are about four hundred aboriginal communities with their own cultures and languages.     Australia es un país carísimo Depende un poco del lugar que visitas, pero es cierto que los precios son bastante superiores a los de España. Por ejemplo, una caña o un café te pueden costar unos cinco dólares y los precios para comprar una casa o alquilarla, son muy altos en las grandes ciudades y en los lugares de playa. Pero los sueldos también son altos, así que, una cosa compensa a la otra.   Lo que es diferente a nosotros es que los alquileres se pagan semanalmente. Y los sueldos también.   ¿Es verdad que en Australia el agua gira en el sentido contrario en el WC? Hay algo que le intriga mucho a la gente: por aquello de estar en el hemisferio sur se piensa que el agua del inodoro fluye en sentido contrario. Pues no, solo en uno de los episodios de los Simpson ocurre esto, y es probablemente de donde ha salido este tópico. En realidad, aunque la rotación del hemisferio sur puede afectar los grandes sistemas como las corrientes marinas, es demasiado débil para que se pueda notar en el fluir del agua en un lavabo o inodoro.  ¡Pura leyenda urbana… pero mola!   Australia es un país muy amable con la gente que lo visita ¡Cierto! Es muy fácil visitar el país porque la gente es muy amable y te ayudan siempre que lo necesites. Los australianos son de sonrisa fácil así que no es extraño ver a personas con las que te cruzas por la calle y que te sonríen sin más.  También te suelen atender amablemente y contestar cualquier pregunta que les haces.   En Australia todo el mundo surfea   Aunque Australia es un país rodeado de mar y en algunos sitios hay muy buenas olas para surfear, no todos los australianos son surfistas. En primer lugar, porque la inmensa mayoría no vive cerca del mar, aunque muchas grandes ciudades están a unas pocas horas de las playas, y en segundo lugar, surfear no es muy fácil. Requiere mucho tiempo aprenderlo, y mucho más dominar este deporte.   Es como decir que todos los españoles juegan al futbol, aunque sea un deporte muy querido.   Australia is a very expensive country It quite depends on which place you are visiting, but it’s true that prices are fairly higher than Spain’s. For example, a beer or a cup of coffee can cost about five dollars and renting and buying is extremely expensive when it comes to housing, at least in big cities and by the seaside. But wages are also higher, so one thing makes up for another. What’s different to us, though, is that the rent is paid weekly. And so are wages. Is it true that in Australia the water swirls counter-clockwise at the toilet? There’s something very intriguing for many people: it is thought that, since it is located in the Southern Hemisphere, toilet water flows counter-clockwise. Well, not really, this only happens in a Simpsons’ episode and it’s probably where this myth comes from. Actually, although Southern Hemisphere’s rotation can affect bigger systems such as the ocean current, it is too weak for that to be noticed when flushing the toilet or using the sink. So it’s an urban legend… but a pretty cool one!   Australia is a really welcoming country towards visitors True! It’s really easy to visit the country because people are very kind and helpful whenever you need it. Australians are easy laughers so it isn’t strange to see people you walk past on the street smiling to you for apparently no reason. They also usually treat you with kindness and answer any question you make.   Everyone surfs in Australia Even though Australia is a country surrounded by the ocean and there are really good waves to catch in some places, not everyone can surf in Australia. To begin with, the vast majority doesn’t even live by the sea, though many big cities are just a few hours away from the beach. Secondly, surfing isn’t very easy. It requires a lot of time to learn this sport, and way more to master it. 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B&J Event Catering est une structure de traiteurs gérée par Julien Coulibaly, chef cuisinier et son épouse. Aujourd’hui, ils se sont posés au lounge de la galerie Donwahi aux deux plateaux pour faire vivre autour d’une table, dans un lieu qui plaît à l’oeil, des moments particuliers aux amoureux de la bonne cuisine. Je vous raconte juste en bas, mon expérience.

À la découverte de B&J Event Catering

Mercredi soir, je suis particulièrement fatiguée. Il faut dire que comme je déteste me soigner, je peux trainer des bobos longtemps. Là, j’ai les oreilles bouchées et un peu de vertiges. J’ai passé la journée au travail dans le coton et pourtant, bonne éducation oblige, je me rends au lounge de la galerie Donwahi à ma descente afin de diner.

J’ai confirmé ma réservation un peu plus tôt dans la journée parce que, si il y a une chose qui peut me redonner bonne humeur, c’est de bien manger.

J’arrive un peu tôt pour m’imprégner de l’espace. Le lounge de la galerie Donwahi a une terrasse et un espace climatisé. Je décide d’entrer parce que ces derniers temps, il fait chaud. Je suis bien reçue par des dames souriantes à qui je donne mon nom. On me propose de m’installer ou à la terrasse ou à l’intérieur. J’opte pour l’intérieur. La salle est aménagée avec des palettes recyclées pour le lustre et quelques tables, ici et là des salons confortables pour deux. Je choisis la table entre un tableau provocateur d’une femme presque seins nues et un homme aux cheveux naturels proéminents.

Ici, pas de cocktails mais des jus naturels à 1000 FCFA. Je commande un jus de mangue qui m’est servi frais avec du cajou. Je finis mon verre juste au moment où le chef arrive.

Il s’installe en face de moi, et me parle de lui. Fils du pays ayant bourlingué pas mal, il a décidé de rentrer parce que, pour lui c’était la chose à faire. Revenir et à une échelle personnel impacter le développement d’un secteur qui se devrait d’être riche et pleins d’espoir. La calligraphie japonaise qui illustre son menu est synonyme de responsabilité mais aussi de joie et d’imprévus comme l’est sa cuisine. Ici on parle d’improvisation, ou plus précisément d’afro-improvisation, avec des ingrédients locaux parce que c’est aussi ça booster l’économie à petite échelle.

Je me laisse emporter par son enthousiasme et attends avec impatience de déguster des composants de ce menu simpliste et particulier à la fois.

Je décide après consultation du menu de partir sur le duo sashimi du chef en entrée à 8500 FCFA, le poulet laqué et ses douceurs en plat de résistance à 12500 FCFA, et enfin le kif au chocolat et poivre de Tiassalé (ville de la Côte d’Ivoire) à 8500 FCA.

Pour me faire patienter, je reçois du foie gras mariné dans une sauce au Bissap (feuille d’hibiscus) et à l’Apki (épice de Côte d’Ivoire). Cette association donne un gout sucré-salé assez  spécial au foie gras et je n’en fais qu’une bouchée.

Duo sashimi du chef

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Composé de saumonettes, de tranches de mangues (parce que de saison), d’agrumes flambées, ce duo est d’une fraicheur ! les grains de poivres lui donne une touche épicée qui sublime encore plus ce mélange de saveurs. Je suis bluffée. Evidement, ce n’est pas donné côté prix surtout quand on est habitué aux entrées à 6000 FCFA maximum mais, cela en vaut vraiment la peine.

Poulet laqué et ses douceurs

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Miel local, poulet, gnocchi à la façon du chef pour une plat de résistance plus sucré que salé. Ici, j’avoue que je n’accroche pas tellement. Ce qui pour moi casse le charme ce sont les gnocchis qui ne sont ni salés ni sucrés. Le plat se laisse manger mais on est loin de coup de coeur de l’entrée.

Kif au chocolat et poivre de Tiassalé

Ici, je pense que le frein sera surtout le prix. Les desserts même dans nos grands restaurants tournent autour de 4000 FCFA à 6000 FCFA donc déjà quand on voit 8500 FCFA on se dit et si on s’en privait. Le kif au chocolat se doit pourtant d’être découvert ! composé d’un coulant au chocolat, de morceaux de speculoos et d’un sorbet mangue et du fameux poivre de Tiassalé, ce dessert offre de tout. Croquant, fondant, chaud et froid, douceur et saveurs acidulées pour un voyage, un vraie. Il est plein de surprises. 

Le menu : Un menu inventif, faisant la promotion d’entrepreneurs locaux.

Note : 3/5

Le service : Agréable et efficace

Note : 4/5

L’hygiène : Une hygiène impeccable.

Note : 5/5

Avis final

Pour une première expérience, je suis sortie satisfaite par l’entrée et le dessert. Le plat de résistance m’a laissé sur ma faim par contre. Je pense qu’une révision des prix des entrées et desserts serait l’idéal pour baisser la garde des consommateurs qui sont regardant sur les prix.

Note : 4/5

B & J Event Catering is a catering company managed by Julien Coulibaly, chef and his wife. Today, they landed at the lounge of the Donwahi Gallery at the Deux Plateaux to live around a table, in a place that pleases the eye, special moments for lovers of good food. I’m just telling you below, my experience.

B & J Event Catering Overview

Wednesday night, I am particularly tired. I must say that as I hate to look after me, I can hang sores long. There, my ears are clogged and a little dizziness. I spent the day at work in the cotton and yet, good education requires, I go to the lounge of the gallery Donwahi to my descent to dinner.

I confirmed my booking earlier in the day because if there is one thing that can make me feel good again, it is to eat well.

I arrive a little early to soak up the space. The lounge of the Donwahi gallery has a terrace and an air-conditioned space. I decide to enter because lately it’s hot. I am well received by smiling ladies to whom I give my name. I am offered to sit on the terrace or inside. I opt for the interior. The room is furnished with recycled pallets for the chandelier and some tables, here and there comfortable lounges for two. I choose the table between a provocative picture of a woman almost naked and a man with prominent natural hair.

Here, no cocktails but natural juices at 1000 FCFA. I ordered a mango juice that is served me with fresh cashews. I finish my drink just when the chef arrives.

He settles in front of me, and talks to me about him. Son of the country who knocked a lot, he decided to return because for him it was the thing to do. Come back and on a personal scale impact the development of a sector that should be rich and hopeful. Japanese calligraphy that illustrates its menu stands for responsibility but also of joy and unexpected as is its cuisine. Here we talk about improvisation, or more precisely Afro-improvisation, with local ingredients because it is also a boost to the economy on a small scale.

I let myself be carried away by his enthusiasm and look forward to tasting components of this simplistic and particular menu at a time.

I decide after consulting the menu to leave on the sashimi duo of the chef at 8500 FCFA, the chicken lacquered and its sweets in main dish at 12500 FCFA, and finally the chocolate kif and Tiassalé pepper (city of the Côte d ‘Ivory) at 8500 FCA.

To make me wait, I get the foie gras marinated in a sauce hibiscus (hibiscus leaf) and Apki (spice of Ivory Coast). This combination gives a sweet and salty taste quite special to foie gras and I make a mouthful.

Duo sashimi of the chef

Composed of saumonettes, mango slices (because seasonal), outbreaks of citrus, this duo is a freshness! the peppercorn gives it a spicy touch that enhances even more this mixture of flavors. I’m blown away. Obviously, it is not given price side especially when you are used to the entries at 6000 FCFA maximum but, it is really worth it.

Lacquered chicken and its sweets

Local honey, chicken, chef-style gnocchi for a sweeter than salty entree. Here, I admit that I do not hang on so much. What for me breaks the charm are the gnocchi that are neither salty nor sweet. The dish can be eaten but we are far from the heart of the entrance.

Kif with chocolate and Tiassalé pepper

Here, I think the brake will be the price. The desserts even in our great restaurants revolve around 4000 FCFA to 6000 FCFA so already when we see 8500 FCFA we say to ourselves and if we did not care. The chocolate kif must however be discovered! composed of a chocolate coulant, pieces of speculoos and a mango sorbet and the famous Tiassalé pepper, this dessert offers everything. Crunchy, melting, hot and cold, sweetness and tangy flavors for a trip, a real one. He is full of surprises.

The menu: An inventive menu, promoting local entrepreneurs.

Rating: 3/5

The service: Nice and efficient

Rating: 4/5

Hygiene: impeccable hygiene.

Rating: 5/5

Final notice

For a first experience, I’m satisfied with the appetizer and dessert. The main course left me on my hunger though. I think a price review of entrees and desserts would be ideal for lowering the guard of consumers who are looking at prices.

Rating: 4/5

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