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 Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 9:24 pm
She awoke slowly to the sounds of machines beeping and voices talking nearby. There was a sense of urgency all around, of feet scuffling against the floor, of fabric rustling, of wheels that squeaked as they rapidly turned, jostling over bumps in the floor..... There was a smell that was undeniably medicinal, and Lydia knew where she was without even opening her eyes. It was the hospital..or the infirmary she supposed. And with that realization, she thought about how she would have gotten here. Only moments, and all those memories came rushing back, and with it, the pain. Her whole body hurt, a searing pain that screamed at her with every small movement. It was too much, too soon, and her stomach lurched with nausea, her head swimming dizzily, throbbing, a stabbing pain in the center of her forehead that spread and then..... She awoke again. It might have been only an hour later, or it might have been an entire day. Everything still hurt but..the edge of the pain seemed to have been taken away. Rorric chirped at her quietly, gently, a sound meant to soothe, and she gave him a mental nod to show that she heard him. And then hazel eyes opened, quite slowly, to the world around her. She was laying flat on her back, and she felt stiff. It took her a moment to realize that was because she was wrapped up. From neck to toe, it felt like, though her face was at least left free.... "H-hello?" She called out, unable to turn her head to look around. She could still hear voices, but they seemed distant now, in other parts of the room nowhere near where she lay.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 12:55 pm
Oliver had been holed up in the stuffy, poorly ventilated filing room for most of the day. His supervisor had made a good call, it was easier to distance himself from the overwhelming emotions when he was distanced from the injured in the infirmary. It was his first real brush with the consequences of this life, someone higher up had wisely kept him on the island and away from the missions he would certainly not be able to handle. Like this one. He was frightened just looking at all the bandaged, burned patients, off the island he would have been downright unreliable. But he couldn't stay in the filing room all day, at some point he was asked to take some monitor readings. His initial worries were assuaged, all he needed were to write notes on their file. They would all be sleeping. He wouldn't inadvertently scare anyone into thinking they were dying, they wouldn't even know he was there. Six hunters in, and Oliver was starting to relax and get the hang of it. Just read the monitors, write the stuff down. He could do this. And then he heard a little voice. He nearly dropped the clipboard he was holding onto the unconscious victim in front of him. He hastily clipped it back to the foot of the bed, and scurried over to the location of the voice. It didn't take him too long to find the girl. "Ah- h-hello!" He said, automatically glancing at the monitor next to her bed, and then around at the mostly empty infirmary. "H-how are you feeling?" he asked, keeping his tone quiet. His timid side wanted to go run off and find someone more qualified, but there was also that part of him that didn't want to leave the girl alone. It was really scary after all, being left in a hospital all by yourself...
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:31 pm
So there was somebody nearby. Lydia automatically tried to turn her head in the direction of the voice, squinting, trying to make out a blurred form, but the instant pain she received for daring to move too quickly gave cause for her to cry out, a choked whimper as she bit her tongue and clenched her jaw, hissing out a slow breath from between her teeth. The initial shock of agony began to pass, easing away but throbbing beneath her bandages at the side of her neck, a hot feeling of discomfort that she was sure would now haunt her for the remainder of the day, or evening, if it was later then she presumed. "S-sorry to be a bother." She finally spoke again, slowly. "I..I just woke up and...." She could feel it then, the tears that were building at the corners of her eyes, both from fright and from pain. She let out a loud sniffle. "Oh goodness I am sorry." She managed to squeak out, before she was suddenly overcome by her turmoil of emotions, and tears began to rapidly slide down her cheeks, hot tears that left behind a stinging trail of pain in their wake. Which only made her want to cry more.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:41 pm
Oh no, this was not supposed to happen... How was he supposed to help someone who was awake? "Ah, i-it's okay!" He said quickly, "Please lie still, it will be okay..." Oliver trailed off when he began to see the tears well up. His mind began to panic. How do you help someone like this? What do you do for someone so hurt they couldn't wipe away their own tears? Oliver looked around the room hastily, and his eyes settled on a box of tissues sitting within reach... He quickly yanked a couple out, and folded them into a soft little square. "I-it's okay," he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone, and gently, oh so gently, dabbed at the spilling tears with the tissue. Without knowing what else he could do, the kid continued in a quiet, gentle tone. "I know it hurts, but your weapon is working really hard to heal you right now. You don't have to move right now, or even open your eyes if you don't want to. You'll be okay."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 5:24 pm
"I-I'm not normally so....so..." She started, sniffling loudly while the tears continued to fall, her voice a choked and hiccuping sound as she fought to control her emotions. "I mean, I have a very hi---high pain tolerance." She gasped out, closing her eyes, willing the tears to stop. "B-but it just...it just hurts so much." She blurted out, before biting down on her bottom lip, hard. Soon after she felt something lightly dabbing at her eyes, and she flinched before realizing what it was, and then tried to relax as the young man who had come to her aid dried away the tears, no matter how much it hurt for even that small amount of pressure. "Th-thank you." She whispered, her eyes slowly opening again to stare up at her savior, who was now bent down closer, close enough that she could see and. Oh. Oh but he was just a boy. For some reason, that made Lydia want to start crying all over again.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 5:52 pm
"It's okay, you're tough too, right?" Oliver said, giving the girl a timid smile "Y-you guys all do so much out there, it's pretty amazing," he admitted. "I-if you want, I can go get the doctor, and see what you can have for the pain?" For a second it looked like she was going to be okay, but then she got that look in her eyes again. "O-or I c-can stay!" He stammered, unsure exactly what was happening. He really didn't understand girls, but that didn't absolve him of the obligation to at least try.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:40 pm
"Oh my goodness, you precious baby boy." She whispered, looking up at him with tears still glistening in hazel eyes. Her cheeks were burnt, vivid red and raw looking, her lips chapped and cracked, her hair singed at it's ends. "How old are you?" She asked, momentarily distracted from the pain by the one she was convinced must be a young teenager at best that was stood hovering over her. "And yes, I mean no....I mean yes if there is somebody who could administer pain medications, that might be for the best and no, you do not need to stay, but....but you could come back?" She sounded quite hopeful with the last part of her sentence. She didn't really know anybody here, yet. She hadn't really made any friends. She felt alone, and most of the time that was okay but here, in the infirmary? It actually frightened her a little.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 1:47 pm
This was... perhaps the first time on the island he had been asked his age. He had gotten used to most of the hunters around him being older, it was only occasionally he spotted one that looked to be his own age. Having even been dragged out to go drinking, it was clear some of the island residents didn't anticipate the presence of minors. Nicknames like 'kid' had become commonplace for him, but he had not once been called a precious baby boy before. Oliver could not help but blush awkwardly. "I-I'm seventeen..." He glanced around the infirmary area, but there were no doctors in sight. "Ah, I-I'll go get someone then, and, um... I'll be right back!" The trainee ran off, but a couple minutes later he returned looking even more nervous. He wore the expression of someone concentrating very hard, and picked up her charts. He made some notes. And then pulled a syringe out from one of his pockets and administered whatever it was into the IV. It was then discarded into a biological waste bin. "Y-you should feel b-better soon," Oliver stammered, watching Lydia's expression closely. The doctor had, upon seeing he was a Life trainee, insisted he do it himself. Just like administering things to minipets. It wasn't very reassuring advice at all.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 5:21 pm
Lydia let out a sudden long and loud snorting sniffle, her eyes, blurred both by tears and her severe nearsightedness, flicking back and forth as she countinued to struggle to make out something, anything in the room. Were her glasses here somewhere? She hated to ask when the boy was already doing so much for her, drying her tears from her face and going to get help. "Oh. Oh, that's not so bad." She answered him, "I thought maybe closer to twelve." He looked young to her, very young, but then again that might have also been the near blindness making that assumption for her. And then he was just simply...gone. For a moment, Lydia felt a pang of panic, her teeth gritting tight as she felt another bout of sobbing coming on from the sudden empty ache in her chest. She didn't want to be left alone here, to nothing but pain. < It's okay, Lydia! You still have me! I won't ever leave you alone!> Rorrics usual chirpy excitement seemed a little more forced, like he was tired, but the sound of his voice did much to brighten up her darkened spirits, before the boy returned. He was busying himself doing...something. She couldn't really see, only hear, though she did attempt to follow him with her eyes, mouth opening as though to speak, and then closing again as she realized he seemed quite busy with something important, and maybe she shouldn't speak quite ye--- "I'M LYDIA!" She suddenly burst out, half way through him telling her that she should be feeling better soon. "I--I mean.." She mumbled, much quieter. "Hi. I didn't introduce myself before...." Even as she spoke, she began to feel something, a warm fuzziness filtering in along the edge of her mind, something to take away the edge of the pain.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:31 pm
... Twelve. Okay, so he still had some growing to do, but that was too young! Oliver was sure he looked older than that. Unfortunately it was near impossible for him to understand Lydia's shortsightedness adding to the assumption, perhaps his only saving grace growing up was that he didn't have glasses to add to his rather book-wormish attitude. But it was a relief to feel disgruntled over a case of mistaken age. Better than anxiety over whether he had done something wrong, or if she would be okay without the doctor coming to see her personally, and- He flailed backwards in a panic when she suddenly shouted, nearly knocking over the little table that had the tissues on it. "Ah, um..." He stared for a second. Was this... supposed to happen? "I-I'm Oliver," he finally replied, nervously adjusting the tissue box so it was once again centered neatly on the table. "I-it's nice t-to meet you..." He trailed off, was this the right thing to say?
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