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 Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 11:49 am
He'd split his time between two rooms, Demy's... and Beth's in equal measure, carefully counted out on the quietly ticking watch that was currently clasped in his fingers. He didn't want either of them to feel left out or more attended. He already planned what to say when they woke up... because he would not allow in the possibility that they might not.
He would show them his record books of how long he had stayed with each of them, what book he had bought to read chapters from, and the exact number and kind of things he had brought to bestow on them. Glowsticks, cheep hair pins and silk flowers because he didn't want to cause problems, after all there were people who might be allergic, and unless he found one of his nemesis's here as well...
Well... Khaldun had been gifted a bouquet of dandelions and ragweed the first time he'd been able to slip into that particular room... but beyond that, he was watching himself and minding his manners. He would not give them cause to remove him one second before visiting hours were forbidden.
He even pondered bringing single flowers for each of the patients, the irony being he knew some of the faces, and not because he was friends, but because he was responsible for them.
That made these visits weigh just a little heavier on his shoulders, the thought that this might in fact be some kind of cosmic 'karma' response to his own 'vigilante' work to remove the deeply rude and the biggest bullies from society as a whole.
He rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand as he fought the headache that was sinking its fingers into his skull and neck for want of sleep and persistent nightmares before he turned back to the page of the book he had brought to read Beth.
"Practical Magic" was the title, and it opened with quaint descriptions and a pair of characters that would have, were they merged into a single entity, described Beth to a 'T'...
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 11:26 pm
The sound of rubber soles squeaking a little on the tile floor could have been heard down the hall, if it weren't for the fact that most shoes seemed to squeak on the well-waxed floor of Destiny City Memorial, the sound carrying throughout the whole hospital as doctors and nurses rushed about, trying to find places for all the new coma patients. Exactly two days ago, a whole section of the city had collapsed at exactly the same moment, leaving the whole city in a panic. It hadn't seemed to matter what they had been doing -- 63 was the death toll so far, most having fallen asleep in their cars while driving home from work. Others had been more lucky, having collapsed in a safer environment, such as in shops or even in their own homes. Among them had been Beth, newly Super Sailor Lyra, one of the six members of the senshi team dubbed the Dream Team.
Rea entered the stark white room at a brisk pace, petite fingers gripping the straps of a pale blue backpack as if they were a lifeline, knuckles slightly white with the pressure. The leader of the Dream Team, she had been with the other redhead during the time the ordeal had occurred. Beth had collapsed. She had not. In fact, it seemed she was the only one who had not collapsed in the area, as far as she knew -- a fact that did not comfort her in the least. She had a sneaking suspicion is had much to do with the Dream Priest who resided in her body, and even more to do with the fact that Helios could not, in fact, reach Elysion.
In truth, she felt more than a little guilty.
It was because of that that it took quite a few second longer than it should have for the strawberry blonde to realize someone was in the room, blue-green eyes lifting to Zac just as she froze in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't... think anyone else would..." She started, obviously thrown off by the boy sitting at the edge of the bed. Well that was a stupid thing to say. Was she TRYING to say she thought Beth didn't have any friends? No, more that she just didn't think. Period.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:03 am
He let the paperback settle into his lap and blinked at her, just a hint of a frown that creased his brows and then vanished.
He had no idea who the young lady was, which was probably why she hadn't expected him there. School he assumed... and he was too tired to be angry.
"It's fine..." He said with a dulled edge to his voice. "Zac..." He said putting a finger in between the pages to mark his spot so he could offer a hand to her.
"I'm her cousin."
There were similarities between their faces where little else matched, just the shapes of them really, had his hair been red or his eyes that same bright green rather than a pale blue it might have been easier to tell.
"You must know her from school."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 12:02 am
Rea felt a tinge of regret at the dulled sound to the boy's voice, listening quietly as he introduced himself before offering her hand in return, gripping it politely. "Rea," she replied, letting go of the handshake before settling a little awkwardly by Beth's beside, her eyes drifting to the redhead lying on the cot. They lingered there for a moment, as if she were thinking about something, blue-green tracing the outline of her hair, the little tufts on either side of her head, down to her sleeping expression, and Rea's eyebrows were furrowed slightly with worry as the lifted again to Zac, doing the same to him. Yes, they were definitely related, although obviously not siblings. They must have been close, however -- she couldn't imagine any of her own cousins coming to read to her, if the situation had been different.
His question caught her a little by surprise, the Crystal girl's eyes widening slightly at the question before she caught herself, quickly recovering. She couldn't very well tell him how they'd really met... well, how she'd met most of her friends, actually. "A friend of a friend, actually..." she replied a little awkwardly, glancing down and ultimately finding herself staring at the book in his hands. It was a curious book, the title immediately catching her eye, the word magic standing out especially. It was ironic, considering Lyra's 'occupation' -- perhaps he knew? Perhaps he too was a senshi... then again, perhaps it was just a coincidence.
In the end, she found it best not to press her luck. Still, it made for a good conversation starter. Might just get rid of how awkward she probably was looking, also.
"That's pretty smart. Reading to her... I hear some coma patients say they can hear it."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:34 am
Zink nodded, in such a way that might have inspired the title of the book 'atlas shrugged', but there was nothing to shake up the tiny world contained in the bed, no stirring or waking.
"They can't find anything wrong with her..." He said with a small frown and thumbed the edges of the book's lightly tinted pages almost compulsively.
"Like the ones that kept coming in before, but I don't think it's the same..." He stopped himself, that much was evident, there was more to say but whatever he had meant to he either didn't trust her, or perhaps didn't trust himself to say it.
"My room mate is here too, I'm reading to both of them." He said with a more even tone of voice like he'd just placed his frustrations inside pandora's box.
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