I’m just walking back to my hospital room now. But you can pick me up from there? I might need some help getting from the ward to outside. Stab wounds and broken ribs are mother fuckers.
Sure thing, sweetheart. -smiles sweetly- I’d be happy to.
“oh, no, I’m sorry. I really should watch where I’m going. Heh.” -fidgets- I have to get those batteries before I end up crying and making a fool out of myself in front of this potential new friend.
“I’ll um, I’ll just go. I really am sorry I ran into you. Gotta go get those batteries. See you around, uh, um, sorry, what’s your name?” She hadn’t seen this paitents face since she arrived here once.
Surely I must’ve seen him SOMEwhere. I’d remember eyes like those..
“Are you new, too??”
Logan watched her as she fidgeted, smiling and nodding as she mentioned batteries; she seemed to be in a big hurry, and he didn’t want to rush her at all. “Name’s Logan,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “And nah, I’m not new—I’ve been here for about a month, I think.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m going to the Rec room if you want to hang out after you get those batteries; they’ve got cable.”
“Um, I would love to but -fidgets and starts bouncing in place- I really do need those batteries for my radio, or the silence will catch me. And I would really rather not deal with that haha..” Luna felt bad for rejecting Logan.
“But I’ll gladly walk with you. If you don’t have somewhere else to go?”
Luna tore through the halls of Kingston Row blindly to the rec room.
Batteries. That’s all I need, the silence can’t win if I find more batteries.
Her radio had died and the instant silence had nearly sent her into an episode of five year old panic. She was out of batteries and hoped that she could find some in one of the only other places she’d been besides the cafeteria.
She was so close to her destination she hoped she could beat out the five year old episode starting to take over.
You are not lost in a grocery store. You aren’t looking for ‘mommy’. You just need batteries. You will not panic and cry like a child!
Logan strode through the halls with his hands in his pockets, humming a simple tune. He was headed toward the rec room to watch a bit of television since there seemed to be nothing else to do. As he turned a corner, however, he came upon an unfamiliar patient who seemed to be in a great rush, and accidentally bumped into her. “Oh! Ah, sorry miss,” he apologized, making sure she wouldn’t fall over. “Are you okay? Sorry, I didn’t see you.”
“oh, no, I’m sorry. I really should watch where I’m going. Heh.” -fidgets- I have to get those batteries before I end up crying and making a fool out of myself in front of this potential new friend.
“I’ll um, I’ll just go. I really am sorry I ran into you. Gotta go get those batteries. See you around, uh, um, sorry, what’s your name?” She hadn’t seen this paitents face since she arrived here once.
Surely I must’ve seen him SOMEwhere. I’d remember eyes like those..
Luna tore through the halls of Kingston Row blindly to the rec room.
Batteries. That’s all I need, the silence can’t win if I find more batteries.
Her radio had died and the instant silence had nearly sent her into an episode of five year old panic. She was out of batteries and hoped that she could find some in one of the only other places she’d been besides the cafeteria.
She was so close to her destination she hoped she could beat out the five year old episode starting to take over.
You are not lost in a grocery store. You aren’t looking for ‘mommy’. You just need batteries. You will not panic and cry like a child!
Don't leave me in Silence, it may very well kill me. But don't leave me in the dark either, it just might heal me.
Hope to "see" you soon. Let the music begin!
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