Living Target--TAG-Kenadie

[kaytra]

Jasper was at the police station in the office he shared with his partner. He was in his uniform, ready to go out. His pins were in their places, his belt on, gun attached, shirt tucked in, shoes polished, and everything else in place. Jasper sat at his desk in his mobile chair. He hated to be still for to long so he turned from one side to the other in his chair. He was waiting for his watch to beep showing that it was time for him and his partner to head out for their run.

Jasper looked up as his partner walked into the room. His watch finally beeped and he was up out of his seat and following his partner out to the cruiser. They got into the police cruiser and drove out of the station. Their run started once they got onto the main rode.

After an hour or so, they stopped for a coffee to help wake them up, since it was atleast a few minutes past midnight. Jasper was working night shifts with his partner. They sat in the cruiser quietly, till they heard someone talking from their radios. Jasper looked over to his partner as he replied.
"On it." He said turning the sirens on and putting the cruiser in drive. "We have a robbery." He said. Jasper's face lit up. He loved this kind of stuff.
Jasper was still in training but he knew alot allready. He could do more of the chases now, since he wasn't going to be a rookie anymore after a few more weeks.

Jasper and his partner got to where they needed to be and got out of the cruiser. They stepped away from the car and towards the shop. Two people walked out of the building and stopped when they saw Jasper and his partner. A few more cops were on their way. They were coming to back Jasper and his partner up. They may need it since both of the men didn't look like the would stick arund long enough. They looked like they would run.

Jasper turned to look straight at the two men standing a few feets ahead of him.
"Youre under arrest." His partner said. One of the men, infront of the store, pulled out a gun. Jasper went to pull his out, but before he could he heard a gunshot and felt a searing pain in the right side of his chest. Jasper winced in pain. He heard another gunshot as he fell to the ground. He saw flashing lights and heard more sirens. The back up came. Jasper was losing conciousness. He heard people talking, or yelling, he couldn't make out which or what they were saying. Someone dropped to his side and talked into their radio.
"We need an ambulance stat." They said. Jasper couldn't make out who it was. "You'll be allright Jasper. They are on their way." Tha twas the last thing he heard., aside from his unsteady rigid breathing. His last thought was of his sister. What would she do if he left? He didn't want that to happen.
"Kenadie." He whispered right before his eyes closed and he lost all consciousness.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» All she wanted to do was go to sleep. She wanted to get into her apartment, collapse on the couch, and sleep. And if she somehow couldn't get to sleep, she would drink until she passed out- even though when she was regularly home she didn't keep on top of her booze supplies, she always made sure there was a full stock for when she came home from weekend drills. It was only one weekend a month, but damn, it was tiring, and because of her insomnia, and despite her tiredness, she sometimes had trouble getting to sleep when she got home. Drinking until she passed out was by no means the healthy option, but she'd be damned if she was going to take sleeping pills. She was afraid of becoming dependent on them, and the Marines would probably kick her out for such a thing. She'd rather deal with the tiredness than take those pills. She was just stubborn like that. Anyway, today she was sure she could sleep. She was so tired that she probably wouldn't even make it to her bed- the couch would suffice. She wasn't entirely sure she was aware enough to drive, but she wasn't about to take a bus or anything and leave that car in the parking lot; Jasper had gotten it for her on their birthday, so it was special to her- so special that she was actually doing better as far as staying within the confines of a speed limit, instead of going however fast she wanted when a traffic cop wasn't around.

» She was so close to getting to sleep, too. Kenadie usually took the stairs up to her apartment- it was only three flights of stairs, after all, something a Marine should be able to handle with no problem- but this time she took the elevator, because she was that tired. Leaning snugly in the corner, with her head against the wall, she almost fell asleep standing up, alerted to the fact that the elevator had stopped only by the "ding!" Yawning massively, she pushed herself off the wall and only barely managed to move fast enough to get to the doors before they closed. She stumbled into her apartment door a couple feet away, fumbled with her keys, and finally managed to get the door open. But no sooner had she closed the door behind herself and settled into the nice, soft couch, than the phone rang. She considered not answering it- she figured it was either one of her older brothers calling to harass her, Ian wanting to talk to her about the night they got smashed, or Jasper wanting to know how her weekend went. As much as she loved Jasper, she was way too tired to explain to him every little detail of her weekend- which she usually ended up doing, because he usually needed clarification on what something was. But then, annoyed when the phone rang for the fifth time and started to go to the answering machine, she rolled off the couch and picked up the phone just before whoever it was started leaving a message. "This better be good," she said sourly. It didn't matter who it was- anyone worth talking to politely- or who would be offended by her current rudeness- would know not to call her the second she got home from drills, and so whoever it was deserved to be talked rudely to. She was fully prepared to hang up, or just stand there and fall asleep while whoever it was rambled on about something pointless, but then she heard the words "hospital", "gun shot wound", and Jasper's name, and the adrenaline instantaneously generated made her very much alert. Without even listening to the rest of the doctor's spiel, she half-shouted that she'd be right there and hung up, hastily grabbing her keys and running out as fast as she could.

» The way Kenadie drove, it was a wonder her car wasn't on its side on the sidewalk, or upside-down in a ditch. Somehow, despite very much breaking the speed limit and ignoring traffic lights when at all possible- some of them had cameras on them, though, so she wouldn't be surprised when she got five or six tickets in the mail some time soon- she managed to peel into the hospital parking lot in one piece, and found a pretty decent spot, too. She locked the car- despite her hurry, she would never risk her car getting jacked if at all possible- and ran into the ER doors. Normally, she would be very calm- especially considering that she was still wearing her dress blues, and if she acted too far out of line it would look bad on the Marines, and she'd probably get reprimanded- but this was her twin brother, her best friend. Death, or possibility of death, wouldn't bother her for anyone else, even herself, but if Jasper's life was in danger, she was scared to death. Slamming both fists down on the receptionist's counter, she demanded to know where Jasper was- what room or, if he was in surgery, which OR. She would scrub in if she needed to- even though she definitely wasn't a doctor- just so she could be there. Of course, the receptionist didn't respond well to being demanded to divulge information. "He's my twin brother!" she half-shouted at the lady. "I need to make sure he's alright!" Finally, after Kenadie refused to take a seat and wait for the doctor to come get her, the receptionist relented, giving Kenadie the directions to where Jasper was. She immediately took off running, through the swinging doors and down the hall, following the directions and hoping she remembered them correctly.
visual aid; the dress blues

[kaytra]

Jasper didn't hear the ambulance come, he didn't even feel himself being gently hoisted up off the ground and onto the bed ambulances always have. He never felt the needles they poked him with or even when they kept checking his pulse. Jasper didn't feel or hear anything and he didn't see anything either. All he saw was black and all he heard was silence. He was completely oblivious to when the ambulance got to the ER and wheeled him inside. They switched him from the ambulance bed to another. He didn't feel the pain. When they tried to get the bullet out he felt nothing. Not the shot they gave him to prevent him from waking up in the middle of the operation, or even the pain from it all. He was still out when they brought him to the room he'd be staying in for a long while.

The first thing Jasper felt, when he was waking up, was the pain in the right side of his chest. The first thing he heard was a loud beeping beside him. When he opened his eyes all he saw was a glaring white light. It was extremely bright and when he tried to shield his eyes his hand started to hurt. He groaned and put his hand back down closing his eyes again. Where the heck was he. All he could remember was being shot and falling to the ground. This could be heaven He thought. Wait nope its not there would be no pain. Or thats what they say. He said to himself.

Jasper noticed tha the wasn't on the ground any more but he was on something slightly more comfortable. Of course without his eyes being open he couldn't tell. He tried opening his eyes again but he was almost blinded. God! He thought. He took a deep breath and grimaced, groaning again. It killed.

Jasper started to think on something else. Then his eyes fluttered open quickly. Where was his sister? Was she alright? This didn't hurt her to much did it. Jasper hated seeing his sister hurt in any way. It bothered him to see her hurting and in pain at all. Even though this wasn't his fault he still couldn't help but feel guilty. He ignored the light that weas blinding him and tried to sit up. He winced and fell back in more pain than what he just was. "Damn!" He said through his teeht. Jasper rarely ever swore so this meant he was in real pain.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» Some people thought Kenadie was just cold-hearted- she didn't seem to be very affected by many things that would have some people sick with worry. While she was most definitely worried about her brother, she wasn't going to pull a chair up to his bed and hold a stakeout until he woke up. She wasn't going to sob into his shoulder, or beg him to wake up. If anything, she would yell at him that if he died she would chase him to hell and kick his ass, or some other not-too-appropriate thing. She would be more of a drill sergeant than a scared sister. But all she could do when she entered the room was lean on the wall opposite the bed, facing Jasper, and cross her arms. She could stand there for a long time- hours, if needed. Maybe not forever- she didn't have that kind of patience- but a long damn time. If this was going to last a while, she might even end up doing the aforementioned yelling, just to see if threatening his life and calling him a wuss would help anything. She figured it wouldn't, but if nothing else it would be an outlet for her anger.

» As it turned out, though, she didn't have to wait long before a swear word tore her out of her half-dream world. She knew her brother rarely uttered an obscenity- she was his opposite in that respect, though her use of Ebonics could for the most part be blamed on being in the Marines- and frowned, realizing he was probably in a lot of pain. She personally had never been shot, but any idiot would know that gunshot wounds hurt, especially ones to the chest. She took a few steps toward the bed and placed her hands on his shoulders, holding him down firmly, but trying not to accidentally grab his wound or anything. "Stay down," she ordered, as if he were a recruit or something. She let go of him to examine the machine beside the bed that she assumed was supposed to be giving pain medication. But there were so many buttons that she couldn't possibly do anything with it, and besides- it was probably code-locked. And even if she could crack the code, she would probably hit the wrong button and make Jasper overdose. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if it was her fault he died.

» "I'll get a nurse." She turned and walked out the door, leaning out and gesturing for a nurse, to whom she explained the situation and led into the room. The nurse pushed a few buttons, mumbled something about how that should help, and if it didn't, too bad because they weren't going to OD him, and then left. Kenadie glared after her, but decided that murdering the nurse wasn't the best thing to do around Jasper at the moment. "Feel any better?" Almost as soon as she'd asked the question, a yawn found its way to her lips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle it. She was still really tired, and now that she knew Jasper wasn't a vegetable or anything, the adrenaline was wearing off. She would need some coffee- or, perhaps healthier, some sleep- soon, unless the nurses wanted to scrape her off the floor.

[kaytra]

Jasper looked ahead of him and saw his sister. Well she was here and looked worried, but to others would have probably thought she was fine. He watched her as she came over and held him down. He made a face and groaned again. He never really listened to anybody, but he would listen to his sister. He would have crossed his arms but that wasn't the best thing to do. He glared at the door. "I hate being still." He said. It wasn't in the little kid way though.

Jasper sighed. he hated hospitals. He hadn't been in one for a long while, but he couldn't stand doctors or nurses. He knew how they could be. Al lthe would tel lyou is what you can and cant do. Jasper hated that. Being told not to do something he wanted to just made him mad. He was the kind ot go against wha tpeople would say and do whatever he wanted to do not caring wha tthey said or thought about it.

Jasper looked up at his sister. He frowned. Jasper didn't like to hurt his sister and him being physically did hurt her. Well atleast he was alive. He never thought he would be awake. But he was now and that was good. He didn't wish he was dead even though the pain was bad, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave this life for anything. He knew his sister would not be happy. He'd feel the same if he lost her.

Jasper watched his sister as she walked to the door and get a nurse. He rolled his eyes. Here it all comes. Jasper looked ahead as the nurse did whatever she needed to do. He watched his sisters face as the nurse left. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry about what she says." He smiled. He heard his sisters questions and nodded still smiling a bit. "Yea i do." He said. Even though that was a lie. He wondered if she was tired enough not to notice it.

Jasper never could lie to his sister. If he did she always knew he was not telling the truth. Tonight he had to atleast try. He didn't want his sister to worry about him. Even though she might anyway. He sighed and shook his head a bit still looking at her. "You know you don't need to stay here. You should get some rest. I should be fine." He said looking around the room. "I have to get used to this place without you sooner or later. You do have a job." He said. He didn't mean it in a mean way but it was true.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» "No whining," she said exasperatedly. She hated it when people whined, even though Jasper was probably in an altered mood because of the drugs they'd given him during surgery. "Or I'll go into a long, boring speech about why sitting up is a bad idea." Kenadie was the queen on long, boring speeches, though she could consider them quite interesting. Just about anything could trigger one of these speeches, and even more so when she actually had a clue what she was talking about. And if she could tell that the people around her were completely uninterested, or getting pissed about being lectured, she could bullshit enough to drag it out as long as she needed to, or until physically forced to shut the hell up.

» Sure, she was tired, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell he was flat-out lying. "Quit lying or I'm going to kill you myself." It was tough love; that, and she hated being lied to. He'd just been shot. He had to be in tons of pain, and even though the pain medicine would be powerful, she refused to believe it took away everything. Sighing a little, she sat down on the bed and looked him over. Then she leaned closer to him- just in case there were any doctors or nurses or cops coming in that she didn't want to hear- and spoke; "I could find you some weed..."

» Maybe she wasn't the best cop in the world. In some ways, she was excellent; being a Marine, she was definitely physically strong, and had an authoritative air about her that helped in getting criminals to obey her commands, or confess, or whatever the hell else she needed to do. She was also very willing and eager to learn whatever laws she needed to be able to enforce, as well as being very passionate about the job. But in many ways, she was also a bad cop. Kenadie was rebellious by nature, and in many ways held very little respect for the law. Traffic laws? Forget it. She would go however fast she damn well pleased, thank you very much. Why should she follow directions given by a mindless multi-colored light? She would stop, go, and slow down when she felt like it, no matter what the light aid. If people weren't watching her and adjusting their speed accordingly, that was their own fault- they should get the ticket. Kenadie had a fairly large pile of parking and speeding tickets on her kitchen counter to prove what she thought of speed limits and the like.

» That, and she obviously had no problem with drugs. She, personally, never touched the stuff- okay, maybe the occasional joint or two, but nothing regular, and it wasn't like she had a pound of it under her couch, but the point was, she supported it. If she had to pull someone over for speeding- which she hated doing, but hey, she had to get paid somehow- and just happened to notice that there was weed- or the smell of it- in the car, she would pretend she hadn't seen or smelt anything. Hey, if they wanted to get high, that was their problem. It wasn't like they were driving drunk. Besides, it's their own brain cells they're killing, so... whatever. Of course, she could only let it go if she was alone. If there was another cop with her, or her partner, she had to at least act like she cared, and arrest accordingly. But alone, she would let it go. She had ways of obtaining the marijuana, too, if she wanted it, and if Jasper wanted it- if he said no, she would pass it off as a joke so he wouldn't report her- she would get it for him. Somehow.

» Smiling sweetly, Kenadie shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm fine. I'm going to stay here with you." She might step out for a few minutes to grab coffee, but that was it. Now that she was here with Jasper, she wasn't going to leave the hospital unless she had to- unless she was dragged out by nurses, or if she had to work. Tomorrow, though, was her day off, and even though she'd previously had plans to get smashed, she figured it was better to stay here with her brother. At least that way she wouldn't wake up next to some random guy. That was hard, explaining to Jasper what had happened those nights- three times, with three different guys! It really wasn't her fault, considering she had been drunk each time, but one would think she would have learned her lesson after the first time, but that didn't stop Kenadie from feeling like a whore. Hopefully Jasper didn't think she was, either.

[kaytra]

Jasper made a face whe nhis sister told him not to whine, but he obeyed. Jasper only obeyed his sister. She was the only one who could tell him what to do. He glared at her. "If you go into a speech you will be extremely sorry." He said. Jasper was going to cross his arms but decided against it. It wasn't a good idea. He just sat there and looked towards the door hoping no more doctors and nurses would come in. Jasper really hated doctors and nurses. He hated hospitals. Hes never liked them in his life.

Jasper watched his sister. Waiting to see if she believed him or not. He found that she hadn't taken it as the truth. He laughed at her comment. "You know you miss me." He smiled at her. He knew how much his sister hated lieing, but that never stopped him from doing it. Jasper heard his sisters voice in his ear and his eyes went wide. "What!" He tried to say quietly. Jasper shook his head. "No, no ,no you wont. I dont need that." He said. "How would that help at all, it will make my life worse and it will not be healthy for at all." He said. Jasper never liked doing drugs he hated drugs, he hated too much alchohal also. Jasper also hated smoking that was extremely terrible.

Jasper smiled at her. His sister was stubborn so he wouldn't keep telling her to go home. He pointed to the chairs against the wall in his room. "You can pull on of them up and sit down." He said. "And if you want to go get anything i dont thing the cafeteria is that far, and i think its still open." He said. His smile faded and he looked around the room again. "This room looks boring." He said to her with a grimace.

Jasper looked at his sister again. He looked into her eyes and thought about what she would have done tonight if he didn't get hurt, or even tomorrow.. He didn't give out any facial expressions to show he was thinking about that. He just thought. He never thought of his sister as a whore or as a drunk or druggy like he did others. He didn't even think her as a slut. But the things she did he didn't agree with. He hated tha tshe drank and got stuck in bed with guys she had just met. He hated seeing her hung over or any of the other after affects of what she did. He wondered if she knew how much it killed for him to watch that happen. Jaspers mind flew to tha tone guy she slept with and got into a huge fight with. Jasper couldn't help but tense up. He looked away from his sister and to the wall ahead. He didn't like the guy. Actually he HATED the guy. Jasper couldn't stand him and he knew tha tthe day he ever met him or saw him he wouldn't be very nice. He wanted to kill the guy but he had no reason. But knowing Jasper he'd wait for a reason. Someday he'd do wha thes always dremaed of doing to that guy.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» "You see," she started, assuming a very teacher- like pose. "Being upright causes your blood pressure to rise, which in turn will make your wounds bleed more, and I'm sure you've lost enough blood already. Then you'll need blood donations. I can really only give you... not very much. Which means you'll need an outside donor, and even though they screen all of them, there's always that chance that one you get slipped through the cracks, and you'll end up with AIDS or something." Ah, she loved doing that to him; and, even though she was supposedly going to be sorry for her speech, she knew that now he couldn't do shit about it, and so was going to say whatever she felt like saying.

» She simply rolled her eyes at him. Oh, Jasper. He had always been such a goody-two-shoes- or that's what she had always teased him by calling him. She was the wild one; she wouldn't even try to deny that, when they were younger, she'd gotten drunk, and was nowhere near the legal age to do so. High, too- one time she'd managed to get some acid from someone at school during their junior prom and came home feeling all trippy. The responsibility had fallen on poor Jasper to make sure their father never found out, and to this day Jack still had no idea that she had ever tried drugs. She supposed that's why they were so close; he'd somehow always managed to be the one to keep her out of getting in massive amounts of trouble, while if any of their older brothers had found out, they would have ratted her out in an instant.

» "Actually, it would help a lot," she said, sitting up and crossing her arms. "They give weed to cancer patients to help relieve their pain. And in California, there are vending machines for it. You just need a prescription. And in Amsterdam..." She trailed off. Damn. She felt as though she was sounding like a druggie now, as if she hadn't before. Whatever. She felt as though she needed to change the subject, and so took up Jasper's offer of pulling up a chair. She slid off the bed and grabbed one of the chairs, pulling it close to the bed, and sat in it. Of course, at his comment about the room being boring, she couldn't help but once again offer him drugs: "You know, if you're on an acid trip, the walls change colors."

[kaytra]

Jasper crinckled his nose. "ya know i really dont care about that all right now." He said. It was true and he was not afraid to admit that to his sister. Jasper just wanted to be out of this evil place. "I hate these places. They are evil." He said glaring at the wall ahead of him. This was torture. So many needles, beeping, and doctors. Jasper just wished he could be out of here and back to work.

He sighed and turned his head to look at his sister again. He really didn't want what she was talking about. He hated lectures and hated bribes. It just annoyed him. Even though she is his sister he was not afraid to do anything to her. He shook his head at her. "I dont need it and don't want it. I dont care what they do in other countries with it or what its good for. I dont need it." He said stubbornly. Jasper laughed a bit. "Kendria i really dont want anything like what your suggesting. I really hate that." He said shaking his head.

"Please stop talking about stuff like that. That would help me alot more than what youre trying to suggest for me." Jasper turned his head to look at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He sighed again and looked over at her. "If i'm yelling sorry." He said a bit more quietly at her. "All i need is for you to be here and just stop trying to be like a mom." He said smirking a bit. "I need my sister and best friend. Nothing else." He told her.

Jasper yawned a bit and tried to shake the tiredness off. "Ya know." He said trying to make better conversation and stay awake. "I'm surprised the guy missed and didn't kill me." He said. "Must've had bad aim." He laughed a bit and then stopped from the pain it caused. Jasper winced slightly and then looked at Kenadie. “I’m also surprised that you came and didn’t stay home and sleep.” He said. “I really wouldn’t have minded if you would’ve stayed home. I could’ve dealt without you.”

Jasper looked at his sister. She looked extremely tired. He wished she would just sleep and not stay awake so long. Jasper would wait for her to sleep before he fell asleep himself. “Why don’t you just sleep?” He said frowning. “You could still go home and sleep in your bed instead of staying here with me in an uncomfortable position.” He said.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» "Ha!" Kenadie, a mom? Oh, hell no. She shook her head vigorously, frowning. "No. Absolutely not. I am never, ever having kids." Wasn't it just a couple weeks ago when she'd called him, panicked because she thought she was going to be? Well, luckily the test had been negative. But it was a wake-up call: she really hated kids, and if it meant not getting that drunk, she would do whatever it took to make sure she wouldn't be a mom until she was ready, which could quite possibly be never.

» Kenadie sighed heavily, knowing that this was going to end badly if she didn't get out of there soon. She loved her brother, quite possibly more than anyone else on the face of the planet, but that didn't mean they didn't fight occasionally. Kenadie had always been a wild child, always pushing the limits and breaking laws- it was a miracle she didn't have a criminal record- but Jasper was so different. He was always so well-behaved compared to her. As far as she knew, he had never done anything wrong, had never been anything but a perfectly law-abiding citizen.

» They didn't fight often, and it usually took something big, but when they did fight it left them both extremely stressed out, and usually lead to Kenadie storming off and getting drunk. Jasper was her best friend, and even though he would always be her brother no matter what, not having him as her BFF would just... well, it would suck. Jasper was in a damn hospital- the last thing she wanted was to delay his recovery because she didn't know when to stop trying to corrupt him.

» With a little shrug, she stood up and slowly made her way to the door. Jasper was obviously not going to stop insisting that she go home. What was his problem, honestly? Sure, she was tired, but did he honestly think she would get any rest, knowing her only "real" brother (the others didn't count, as far as she was concerned) was in the hospital with a gunshot wound? No, she wouldn't go home. She had other plans now.

» After mumbling a quick promise to Jasper that she would be back tomorrow, she exited the room. But instead of heading for the parking deck, where her motorcycle was, she headed in the opposite direction. It took only a short trip on the elevator, up a floor, to get where she needed to go, and after a short walk down the hallway, she ended up in the office of her favorite doctor yet again. Okay, maybe she was a total whore for liking the random, quick sex with the guy. Maybe it was totally gross even boning him, considering the giant gaping hole of an age difference. But whatever. It didn't matter to her; he didn't matter.

» She did end up going home, but it wasn't for sleep. She woke up on the doctor's floor next to him the next morning, and quickly got dressed and went home to change. If she hadn't, she had no doubt Jasper would know she hadn't been home. So she changed into a bright orange hoodie and jeans, with white running shoes and came back to the hospital at the beginning of visiting hours, two Starbucks cups in her hands. She could only hope Jasper wouldn't interrogate her about her night's activities. She was never good at hiding things from him, and the guy had an innate ability to get her to divulge the truth.