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Post by lozi on Aug 23, 2017 18:34:32 GMT -5
"I didn't notice, Einstein." He snapped coldly, leaning on the IV pole. He continued down the hall, stopping to glance at a map. "I'm going out the front door. My family will pick me up."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 23, 2017 18:37:28 GMT -5
Simon rolled his eyes a little, a bit irked at the comment of not being able to escape because he only had one leg. That really didn't mean much, all the guy would need was some crutches or a wheelchair and he'd be good to go. Maybe he was just irked by the statement because he, too, had one leg and was a bit sensitive when it came to that topic. He fixed his glasses, looking at the guy and catching the blood on his lips.
"Umm, stupid idea? I mean, im all for leaving this horrible place but man you're coughing up blood. Not s good thing if you want out," he pointed out, leaning back on his chair and starring at the guy thoughtfully. He couldn't be more than a year older than him, and seemed pretty mad. The older teen sighed, watching the guy carefully.
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Post by lozi on Aug 23, 2017 18:41:38 GMT -5
Cam turned on Simon, baby blue eyes that could be warm and inviting were steely and wild. "It's not that big of a problem." He was really struggling now, and by now the nurses were hearing the commotion. he swore under his breath, starting up his pace once more.
Cam really didn't think that his family would pick him up, he doubted they would do much more than pay his medical bills. His father was incarcerated, and his mother would be working day in and out, as she usually did. Not that he wanted to see either of him.
"I'm just going to sit for a minute." He was panting now, ducking around a hall and into a room. He slumped into a chair, trying to catch his breath, unsuccessfully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 18:48:26 GMT -5
Tyler was wide eyed throughout the whole conversation. Escape? Were they nuts? Why escape anyway? They needed to be here, right? Confusion swam in the child mind and he shook his head slowly, struggling to keep up with their talking. "W-Wait. You shouldn't leave, not yet," he protested, looking encouragingly at Em. He needed someone else to see that this was nuts.
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Post by lozi on Aug 23, 2017 18:56:25 GMT -5
Obviously, Cam was being delusional. Hyped up on adrenaline and stupid on fading anesthetics, he was in no position to be making decisions. He wheezed into the sleeve of a dark colored shirt.
"I'm fine. I just need to go home." He was already pretty sure that he would be treated better here than at home, but that was beside the point. "There are people I need to get back at." He was bent on avenging the half of his leg he had lost.
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Post by ᵍºʳᵐˡᵉˢˢ on Aug 23, 2017 19:07:41 GMT -5
Flynn burrowed himself in the comfort of the cold, white sheets covering the bed. The young, small boy stared at the ceiling fan of his blank room, watching the unbreakable pattern as it went around. And around. And around some more. He counted each spin. Although it might seem boring to some, Flynn found it mesmerizing. Calming. He didn't like company much. So being alone counting was a dream come true. 342. 343. 344. 345. He kept counting in his head, still lying with no sign of movement. His breathing slow, and calming. 355. 356. 357. 35... He listened closely to the sounds outside the hall. Voices. Maybe some nurses. He hated those fat disgusting pigs. Here, Flynn! You must eat! You are skin and bones! Oh. Good heavens. You haven't taken your pills! Down the hatch! He imagined the gross old lady shoving gray slop on a plate in front of him for dinner. He remembers the smell of her breath vividly. Tuna and peas... Gross. Although... The voices did not sound like the nagging whiny voice of his nurse... Intently, he listened.
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Day
ah university. keeping me off the fun parts of the internet.
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Post by Day on Aug 23, 2017 19:47:52 GMT -5
Em's eyes drifted back and forth from one legless boy to the other. The dark haired one's snide remark had been easily unnoticed by her as she rarely noticed when someone was not to keen on her. "Why don't you just leave then, if someone is waiting for you?" she didn't seem to understand why he wasn't allowed to just walk out, or at least try. As the nurses would soon find out and they would prevent him from leaving. Again, she pushed a question, "What is keeping you, exactly, from walking out right now?" she stared at him, then at Simon who she assumed would feel disappointed by her questions, as they were unhelpful.
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Post by ᵍºʳᵐˡᵉˢˢ on Aug 23, 2017 19:51:49 GMT -5
The small boy realized he could see a small slit of movement from beyond the crack of the door on the right side of his room over by were he was laying. His curiosity taunted him more and more and he slowly began to lose count of the spins from the fan as he tuned in to the conversation. Finally, it was too much for him and he needed to look. Quietly, he lifted his bony pale hands and shakily lifted his frail body off of the bed, placing his cowering legs onto the floor with no noise being penetrated as he landed. Flynn reached over to the cane that was leaning next to his bed, grasping it with insecurity. He pressed all of what was left of his weight on to it. Silent as a stone, he creaked his way to the door, peeking slightly to watch.
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Post by lozi on Aug 23, 2017 19:52:00 GMT -5
Cameron let out a frustrated sigh, but obliged. He would later think in hindsight that this was a terrible idea, but that time was not now. He was seething, already thinking up ways to pay back those who had left him broken and battered. All of them would work only if he were able bodied. This was slowly dawning on him, and it frustrated him all the more.
"It's not fair." He muttered. "My brakes were cut."
He could remember that moment, speeding down the highway, slamming on the brakes repeatedly in vain. Then came the terror as the back of the car in front of him neared, and then the seat belt digging into his neck as he veered off the road to avoid injuring another. He was mean and cynical, but not enough to endanger another's life.
Turning to to the other, he said hollowly, "there's no one waiting. No one cares."
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Day
ah university. keeping me off the fun parts of the internet.
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Post by Day on Aug 23, 2017 19:57:07 GMT -5
oh my gosh poor Cameron who hurt u :'(
Em didn't respond, simply, she glanced at the doors crack behind the other two. "There's someone listening," her statement seemed odd at first, stiff. Yet a smile appeared on her face as another curious child seemed to take interest on these exciting events that were happening in the hospital. She gave a small wave to the shadow behind the crack. Hopefully she wasn't just seeing things and there was actually someone there. Otherwise the others would assume she was crazier than they already assumed she was.
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Post by ᵍºʳᵐˡᵉˢˢ on Aug 23, 2017 20:12:45 GMT -5
He felt a shiver wash over him as he saw a figure, a girl in the dim hall wave. At him? Obviously. Dang it! He thought to himself. Awkwardly the little boy was desperately thinking on what to do. They knew he was watching, thinking he was being creepy, probably. His hands shook even more than they did before. He knew he should speak. At least say hello. But the thing was that he stammered. Badly. He couldn't set off a first impression as a kid who spoke worse than a baby. Unsure of what to do, he waved his shaky hand to the girl.
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Post by lozi on Aug 23, 2017 21:26:44 GMT -5
Cameron's lip curled. Look at all these people, desperate for attention and entertainment. Well, he wasn't providing. Any more than he had already. He wasn't anyone's reality tv show.
"Whatever. " he muttered. He didn't plan on staying long, anyways. This was where people came to die. Stay too long, and you might never leave. Cam would not be one of those people.
Pulling the IV pole closer to him, he hauled himself to his feet. He sighed, the pain in his chest and head overbearing his thoughts. He stumbled down the hall, not even bothering to see if the others were following.
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Post by lozi on Aug 24, 2017 8:08:44 GMT -5
only then did Cameron look, when the other spoke. He gave him a halfhearted, semi-charming grin. "Not unless I want to walk all the way home. I've never driven with my left foot, and that was if I even had a car."
To be honest, he wasn't sure where he was going, but he didn't want to go to his room just yet. Anything but being hooked up to all those machines, having all these tunes sticking out of him that he could be mistaken for half human.
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Post by lozi on Aug 24, 2017 17:19:04 GMT -5
"Cameron. " Most people would extend a hand to shake, but both of Cam's were on the IV pole. He didn't offer to be called Cam, he hardly even knew these people. "I think whatever anesthetics they gave me have worn off when I ripped all those tubes off."
he couldn't be expected to lie in bed all day like a corpse. Hard pass there. He was actually starting to enjoy the time he had, despite it being in added by this pesky group.
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Post by lozi on Aug 24, 2017 18:24:05 GMT -5
Cam gave Simon a peeved look, but thought better of engaging a verbal fight. He was getting tired and sloppy with how he was moving, pushing the IV pole too far, taking to big of a hop. He needed something to lean on, something more stable than this pole. It slid out from under him every which way, so he ditched it by a bathroom and used the wall.
He noticed that he wasn't the only one struggling, raising an eyebrow at Simon. "Hey-" he realized he didn't know his name, stumbling over where he would have addressed this boy by name. "Do you need any help?"
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Day
ah university. keeping me off the fun parts of the internet.
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Post by Day on Aug 24, 2017 18:51:58 GMT -5
-just going to quietly slip Em out of this because ive lost my muse for this jump in, cheers <3 -
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 24, 2017 20:34:07 GMT -5
Hm
I wanna join this but I gotta figure out how to put my char in first))
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Post by lozi on Aug 24, 2017 21:34:26 GMT -5
Cam almost immediately closed up again, turning back to make his way down the hall. Neither of them really needed the other, so what were they still doing together? He wouldn't admit it, but he was glad he wasn't alone.
He leaned against the wall, taking a moment to breathe. He wasn't used to this leg deal, or, rather, the absence of one. It was really taxing to be down a limb, and he hated it. It made him feel so vulnerable. He started up again, this time turning left. He wasn't taking his time with this, he was going at his own pace, whether Simon could keep up or not. He knew he was being ornery and a cretin, but he didn't care.
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 24, 2017 23:23:21 GMT -5
By now Skylar had become used to the hospital in which she had practically lived for the past month and a half. She was used to the white walls around her and the antiseptic smell of disenfectant. She knew these hallways around her like the back of her hand. But one thing that she wasn't used to was being in a wheelchair. She wasn't used to waking up in the morning and being unable to feel her legs, or the feeling of reaching down and finding just a rounded stump where each of her legs used to be, coming to just below the level of her hips-- not enough to attach a prosthesis. Worse, she wasn't used to jerking awake in the middle of the night, panting and sweaty, roused by a nightmare, the memory of the fear and the excruciating pain still lingering like a distant memory. But by now, she had learned to make do.
At this point, she had been deemed well enough to wander the halls near her room as she pleased, as long as she wore a bracelet that would alert the nurses if she fell from her chair. She found it surprising, how difficult it was to sit upright without legs to keep her torso upright and stable. She'd already fallen twice, and still sported a deep bruise on her shoulder from her most recent tumble. Being dependent irritated her. She just wanted to go home, but she knew that she couldn't do that. So in the meantime, she had turned the hospital into her temporary home.
As a result, she knew most of the patients at the hospital by face, if not by name, so she was startled by the sight of a boy making his way down the hall, supporting himself with one hand against the wall and hopping along on his one good leg. She almost laughed. Didn't he know that the nurses would give him crutches if he asked for them? At least he had that option. With a roll of her eyes, she turned down that hall, falling into position by a boy in a wheelchair that she recognized as one of the cancer patients, though she had never learned his name. "I'm guessing this one's new," she commented under her breath, gesturing toward the boy. "Hope he's not actually as dumb as he's making himself look."
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