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tolaywaste) wrote2013-12-13 09:31 pm
tolaywaste) wrote2013-12-13 09:31 pm
Entry tags:
- am i claustrophobic? or?,
- et phone home,
- hospitals are total balls,
- i have a lot of feelings but shh,
- my family could kick your family's ass,
- royce that is not how you anything,
- stoic as fuq,
- thank god hank made this stupid vest,
- that superhero thing,
- the fuck am i,
- this is confusing and weird,
- well that was awkward,
- x-babies are serious starers
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infirmary } wednesday night-thursday morning
[He wakes up quickly but smoothly. This time, he doesn't scream. He knows where he is, he knows more or less what's happened, he knows he died, beyond just the fact that he can feel it in his bones. Royce's face is clear in his mind, although he still doesn't know the man's name. He will, soon enough.]
[Even though he doesn't want to stay in the infirmary, he will, less for his own sake than for the sake of the people who are worried about him. He'll rest, until he can't take being there anymore.]
cabin 6-02 } thursday-saturday
[And then he flees, back to his room, which is more private, more comfortable, less of a hospital. He stays there, wracked with pain but grudgingly allowing visitors. He can be found on the way to and from Zero on Friday, when he goes to visit Royce. Other than that, he sleeps, or tries to figure out why what happened did.]
out & about } sunday
[He should probably still be in bed on Sunday, but he can't take the confined space of his room anymore. Instead of his usual run in the CES, he takes an early-morning walk, slow and a little pained, but mostly steady. He visits the kitchens and takes a slow lunch, his shoulders hunched against an uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability. Other than that, he spends some time on the deck, trying to work off his excess nervous energy.]
[He wakes up quickly but smoothly. This time, he doesn't scream. He knows where he is, he knows more or less what's happened, he knows he died, beyond just the fact that he can feel it in his bones. Royce's face is clear in his mind, although he still doesn't know the man's name. He will, soon enough.]
[Even though he doesn't want to stay in the infirmary, he will, less for his own sake than for the sake of the people who are worried about him. He'll rest, until he can't take being there anymore.]
cabin 6-02 } thursday-saturday
[And then he flees, back to his room, which is more private, more comfortable, less of a hospital. He stays there, wracked with pain but grudgingly allowing visitors. He can be found on the way to and from Zero on Friday, when he goes to visit Royce. Other than that, he sleeps, or tries to figure out why what happened did.]
out & about } sunday
[He should probably still be in bed on Sunday, but he can't take the confined space of his room anymore. Instead of his usual run in the CES, he takes an early-morning walk, slow and a little pained, but mostly steady. He visits the kitchens and takes a slow lunch, his shoulders hunched against an uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability. Other than that, he spends some time on the deck, trying to work off his excess nervous energy.]
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[He sounds a little defiant. She can't make him not sorry that she hurts.]
You've had enough people hurt around you, Jean, I don't want to have to be another one.
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If you ever - if you're in danger, call me. I'll hear you.
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I would've. I would. I just - there wasn't. There wasn't time.
It all happened . . . really fast. Sorry.
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[I couldn't do it either. He sighs.]
If I get the chance, I'll call you. I promise. But I mean. Hopefully it's not going to happen anymore. I'm pretty sick of it.
[Twice is way more than enough.]
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