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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:53 pm
"Ugh, poor momma. You playing her like that."
But of course she was grinning in a way that would make the cheshire cat proud, something that only came out when Ignacio were around and the two were about to, possibly, make trouble. Oh if Gran could see them now. But as soon as the grin came, it was gone and she was looking around the room thoughtfully.
".... Can you find another one?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:06 am
Ignacio's grin was wild. Now this was more like it.
"I've got the perfect plan." He glanced from left to right mischievously before leaning in closer. "You walk outside and limp kind of funny. Mama's totally on the rounds right now so she'll see you first, and then she'll freak out and put you in a wheelchair because she doesn't want her daughter getting hurt, yes?"
Melody wasn't really Ms. McLaughlin-Araya's daughter, but they had known each other so long that she might-as-well been. She was certainly worrying over her like Mama Bear while at she was in the hospital, just like she was worrying over Ignacio. "And then, we race down the hallway. It'll be a time to remember." If life gave hospitals, have wheelchair races. Or something of the sort. If life gave bad times, make good times? If life gave injuries, make pie? If life gave lemons, make grape pop?
The expression on his face obviously showed he was having some sort of weird mental distraction tangent. Melody would know this. It was when his body snapped back to attention that he was ready to go for their little plot. "Ready?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:20 am
Oh she was such a bad girl to trick her "momma" like this. But to pass up a wheelchair race? In an actual hospital while the days wasted away? Oh heck naw! The cheshire's grin returned and she nodded rapidly. Poor, poor momma. She should have never let 'Nacio go to see lovely little Melody.
As quick as a flash the grin was gone and Melody stood from the boy's lap. Testing her weight a bit, she shifted it to favor one side then began to limp for the door. Her eyes, filled with tears of laughter, were sad and she was glad she hadn't wiped the tars away as they would help this farce. Out into the hall way she went.
"Momma..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:28 am
As Ignacio watched Melody exit, all he could do was grin. He was going to get scolded later, but for this? It was so worth it.
And indeed, Mama Bear came running.
"Mellie, dear!" exclaimed Ms. McLaughlin-Araya, a horrified expression marring her usually gentle features. "I told you to stay in bed! You must have fallen or pulled something while straining too much, right?" She was fussing over Melody, running over to brush off her shoulders and straighten out her hair with an upset frown on her face.
Having a worrying mother for a nurse, though, could have its benefits. "Mellie, dear, dear, dear, get back on your bed! I'll go get a wheelchair sent to your room so you can go to the dining hall to get real solid food but go lay back down, Mellie, and that's an order!" She ushered Melody back into her room, offering a brief glare in Ignacio's direction (Melody had clearly ran at him and tripped, therefore hurting herself!) before heading off to go get that wheelchair.
And Ignacio was laughing like a hyena.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:40 am
Oh dear, she was going to have to make this up to momma big time... Roses should work? But she did as suggested, ordered really, and disappeared back into her room and into bed. If only so she wouldn't be scolded for remaining standing while waiting for the wheelchair. Ignacio was going to get it bad enough.
With Ignacio laughing as his mother the nurse disappeared, it took too much for her to not giggle near insanely herself. She didn't need the woman ruining their fun before it begun. Luckily her stomach growled with the promise of food and it distracted her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:48 am
The worried Dr. Lorna eventually made her way back with a wheelchair she pressed next to Melody's bed. "There," said she, turning around to shake her head at Ignacio. "Now stop getting the poor girl injured! Don't make me regret giving you that list young man." She ruffled Ignacio's hair before leaving again, rolling her eyes when she heard his hyena-like laughter echo in the room she was leaving.
They were up to something; Mama Araya wasn't stupid. She would just have to scold Ignacio for it later. Now wasn't the time to burst his bubble. He had seemed so distant and frustrated the past few days anyway, and a little delirious, what with his mumblings of monsters...
"Ha! Told you it'd work. Mama's so over-concerned. Get yourself into the wheelchair and let's go to the end of the hallway." Ignacio was the type that wanted to do things now. Most of the time, he was a man of action. A man of continuous energy. A man prone to distraction if he didn't get things done right away. If Melody didn't move fast enough, he might decide the call of solid food was more appealing.
It had been ages since Ignacio had even had decent soup, yet alone food at all that wasn't from an IV drip. His stomach was growling to show this, but Ignacio was busy trying to pop the door back open to get the ball rolling.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:36 pm
"Thank you momma!" she called to the woman as she left, waiting until she was out of sight to move into the wheelchair. Yea, she'd really have to make it up to her later..
"Hey, I didn't say it wouldn't work," came the huffy reply as Melody got herself situated into the contraption and gave it a test push. Hmm... Unless she could quickly adapt to this, 'Nacio might just beat her. Oh well, it wasn't the win that was important, but the fun that was had.
"Okay, so how long is the race "track" going to be? From the end of the hall to the cafeteria?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:44 pm
That sounded like a good track. Ignacio nodded curtly to show his approval before he pushed the door open with the leg that supposedly wasn't working. Since he had already gotten himself somewhat accustomed to rolling himself around, Ignacio turned back to Melody and winked before heading down the hallway.
Naturally, he got there first. Ignacio was the best at everything he tried. At least, his ego tried to tell him that. He knew he had be the first one to go and realistically, that had deflated his ego. But it was still there, and the egotistical smug smirk was on his face before the race had even started.
When she caught up with him, Ignacio glanced at Melody and said, "Okay, on three. One... THREE!"
And Ignacio was rolling down the hallway, laughing like a hyena at the way that he had cheated. At least one thing hadn't changed: Ignacio seemed incapable of taking things seriously for too long. Even this race turned into him doing strange wheelies down the hallway, cackling and somehow not landing on his back.
Poor Mama Araya.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:59 pm
"Cheater!" she cried as he shot off, her hands moving frantically to try and catch up to him at least. Cheeks puffed, the ganguro girl shot past several nurses as she went.
And of course one of them just happened to be Momma Araya. Poor momma Araya. "Bye momma, I love you~" she called as she continued to chase after her not-quite-brother, by passing the woman as she went.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:18 pm
Melody may have caught Nurse Lorna McLaughlin-Araya groaning and picking at her hair to make sure that she hadn't gotten any more grey pieces. When she didn't find any, she sighed again and went back to looking over some of her files; looking at them any longer might give her a headache, and she wasn't about to snap at them like Mr. Araya would have.
Ignacio skidded to a stop in front of the cafeteria, the wheelchair throwing him forward and off because he was still in motion even if the wheelchair wasn't. It didn't matter to him, because even if that had hurt he couldn't help laughing. This was fun, and Ignacio had missed fun. Fun was better than thinking about Lucas. Lucas was sleeping with the fishes, poor Lucas would never get the chance to look up skirts again.
Melody was still coming at him, and soon his thoughts were distracted from the negative as he clawed himself back onto the chair. Then, he stuck his tongue out at her and disappeared into the room, grinning insanely like a man who had just learned what fun was.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:31 pm
She had caught a glimpse of the woman checking her hair and she sweat dropped. Oops... Well, it was better then giving her own mother the grey hairs, right? By passing a room, she was so far behind Ignacio, she turned her head again when she heard some one complaining and moaning so loudly through their door. Why did the voice sound famili-
"Watch where you're going!" cried a doctor, bringing Melody's attention back to the "track, and she managed to maneuver herself to not hit the guy as she called out an apology. Oh man... she was likely to get her own scolding from Momma Araya at this rate.
When she did manage to catch up to him, Ignacio was putting himself back into his chair and sticking his tongue out at her. Pouting, she slowed herself and followed him inside the cafeteria.
"'Nacio's a cheater."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:38 pm
Ignacio reached over to ruffle her hair.
"Yeah, yeah." He grinned and stuck out his tongue again before turning towards the kitchen area. Whatever the hospital cafeteria had probably wasn't good, but anything would taste like fine cuisine after not eating for... what was it, a month? Resisting eating human flesh for a month, and then being human and dehydrated and fed from a IV drip.
Even if it was basically soup kitchen soup. And some sandwiches. "Here, let's get some solid food." With that, he offered a grin and headed towards the lunch line, perfectly content to settle now and get some good food in his stomach. Ignacio was all but certain that Melody would feel the same.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:58 pm
Her head ducked and she smiled so sweetly when he ruffled her hair, a soft giggle leaving her at the same time. She was glad he had come to see her, to be honest, glad that he was still a part of her life. Ignacio was her best friend forever and he didn't have a choice in that either.
The mention of food brought her to reality and she smiled brightly still, nodding. Oh god, food. How long had it been since she last ate? Last had honest to goodness food? She couldn't remember, but she was suddenly so hungry that it didn't matter.
"Food sounds so good right about now~ I'd take greasy food even if I'm not a fan of it!" she laughed, following him into the line.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:03 pm
Good, she was.
Ignacio glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Melody was indeed following him before he headed into the food line to get some okay solid food. Honestly, though, even if it was only okay, food that wasn't tinged with the wish of eating human flesh was very welcomed to him. Hell, food at all was very welcomed to him, and he took the okay food a little too eagerly.
Perhaps that was why they only had okay food at hospitals. It didn't need to be gourmet; half the people there after having IV drips for who knew how long were perfectly content to just get themselves some solid food. Plus, it was solid food with friends. As Ignacio returned to the table, his distracted mind couldn't help but to count its blessings.
Lucas was dead; he could truly mourn that later. Melody was alive. Grayson was alive, according to the list. There were about two dozen of them, according to the list. And he would be happy with that as he ate dinner with his best friend from youth. He would be happy with that.
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