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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 15, 2010 21:35:51 GMT
"Foot?" He looked quizically at her, forgetting why he had came to the hospital in the first place. "My foots fi- oh.."
He opened the door and slid out of the car. He looked at the small car, a gift from his dad when he had turned sixteen. He bit his lip and made his way to Diane, taking her hand in his, almost without a thought. He made his way into the hospital, a sparkling white room. It seemed almost odd, how white everything was. He walked - or limped would be a more proper term - to the check in.
"Uhm... Brendan Reid. I need a tetnis shot and my foot looked at..." He said to the woman, who motioned for him to sit.
He didnt want to sit. He wanted to stand, to hold Dianes hand. "I-Im fine.."
He slouched over the desk and filled out the fourm with his left hand and his right still clung to Diane. He pushed them back at her and held his wrist out for the itchy bracelet.
The woman looked at Diane. "She with you? She needs one too."
The woman held out the bracelet to Diane.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 15, 2010 21:44:59 GMT
She frowned; hospitals certainly didn't work the same way here as she was used to. She stayed close to Brendan, feeling his fear and trying to let him stay as calm as possible, running his fingers through his and squeezing affectionately, letting him know that she was there for him.
She looked up quickly at the woman, looking at the wrist band cautiously. Was this just a hospital procedure? She hadn't remembered any of this the last times she was there, but then again she remembered nothing of her last time at the hospital, and the time before that she had been in too much pain to think of something so trivial. "Uh... why?" she asked, but obediently held out her hand. "What's the bracelet for?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 15, 2010 22:11:20 GMT
The woman looked at Diane as if she had lost her mind. "Thats so you can enter and leave the emergancy room and we know youre supposed to be here. We dont think youre just here for kicks and grins."
Brendan limped to the waiting area, taking a seat in one of the cold plastic chairs. He was lost, disoriented. He forgot why he was here, how he got here. He looked at Diane, the only friendly face in the hospital, and smiled, not willing to ask her why he was there.
He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek gently, his lips brushing her delicate skin softly. "Hey beautiful."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 15, 2010 22:23:21 GMT
She smiled and put her arms around his, giving him a small peck on the lips as she drew him into a tight hug. "Hey yourself," she told him with a smile, running a hand through his hair softly. "Just try and relax. These are good people, they do good things." she said, though for some reason it only seemed polite to whisper in the white waiting room, surrounded by posters warning of all of the horrible things they could be suffering from.
She was looking around curiously, trying to see if she could find the doctor that had helped her before. She remembered little from him, only fragments and a calm feeling. She had a feeling that Brendan could do with that right now.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 15, 2010 22:31:51 GMT
Brendan read one of the posters, very uninterested in the posted notice. He doubted very seriously he was suffering from the flu and that that was the reason for his hospital visit. The girl on the poster looked unfriendly, her eyes seeming to bore into his skull. He cringed and stood, freeing his hand from Dianes.
"I-.." He looked around, still unaware of where he was. A hospital was his best guess, being that everything was clean beyond belief.
"I-..." He looked down at the band on his left wrist, a band bearing his name, date of birth, and reason for visiting. 'Injury.' He raised an eyebrow.
"I-Im going to the bathroom..." He said, following the signs to a restroom, everything silver and shiny.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 15, 2010 22:39:30 GMT
She frowned, taking his hand and holding it tightly, worry washing over her eyes. He wasn't acting himself - was the fear of the hospital really that bad? "Ok....." she said, holding onto his hand for the longest time possible as he walked away.
She sighed, holding herself tightly as she waited for Brendan to return, hoping that he was alright. He was probably just afraid, she told herself, looking at all of the posters in the room, each one filling her with more fear than the last.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 15, 2010 22:48:10 GMT
Brendan leaned against the counter, his head in his hands. Everything came flooding back: being alone in the woods with Diane, cutting his foot, driving back to campus. The sudden loss of short term memory was scary to him, something he had ever experienced before. He was usually good at remembering things.
"Maybe Im just tired." He said, then walked out of the bathroom, making his way to Diane. Seeing her sitting there, amidst all the white and plastic... His heart skipped a beat. He walked to her and placed his hand under her chin, tipping her head back and placing his lips on hers. He ran his tounge across her bottom lip, the faint taste of lipstick on her mouth faint but noticable.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 15, 2010 22:54:06 GMT
She watched him, curious as he lifted up her chin and drowning in the kiss. It was electric, almost perfect, but she couldn't help but feel that it wasn't appropriate for where they were. As subtly as she could, she pulled back, her face burning red as she took his hands. "Brendan... people are looking" she whispered even quieter than before, though she stayed close, still feeling the ecstasy of the kiss filling her with love.
She raised up a hand to him, running it across his cheek affectionately before lifting it to her forehead. "Are you feeling OK?" she asked him, wondering if his skin was warm or if her hands were cold.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 15, 2010 23:20:26 GMT
Brendan raised an eyebrow. "You honestly think I care whos looking?"
He kissed her again then sat down, placing his hand on her leg. He looked at her and smiled, amazed to find he had butterflies in his stomach. He rubbed her leg gently, keeping his hand close to her knee. He reached for a magazine with the other, placing it on his leg and flipping it open to an article about a movie star commiting suicide. He quickly flipped the page, reading another article about a drug bust in New York.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 15, 2010 23:25:54 GMT
She frowned, making his second kiss short, not liking that he had avoided his question at all. "You might not care, but I do," she said, feeling like it may take more effort than she had first thought to show Brendan exactly where her priorities lay. Kissing in uncomfortable places filled with people with no choice but to look or pretend to not notice was not what she considered a good idea.
She put an arm back around him, looking around herself uncomfortably. She didn't hate doctors, but she hated waiting around with nothing to do. "Are you sure you're OK?" she asked again, determined that he would actually answer her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 4:22:18 GMT
Brendan raised an eyebrow, wondering why she had become so rude all of a sudden. This girl had too many rules. And it was starting to really get on his nerves. He was the kind of person who believed that rules were meant to be broken, and that some rules were meant to be shattered into a million tiny pieces because they were stupid and worthless.
He moved away from her, jerking his hand back and shifted his weight to his left side. "No. Im not okay."
He looked away from her, suddenly becoming disgusted. Maybe he didnt need his foot fixed. Maybe that bullet should have worked.
He stood. "I dont need this."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 4:32:33 GMT
She looked at him, suddenly afraid that she had done something very wrong, wondering if she should stay close or give him space. She decided to stay close, remembering that the previous disagreements had been about being too distant. "Brendan..." she said, standing up to him and trying desperately to get him to sit back down, "Come on, Brendan..." she said softly, putting her arms on his and looking into his eyes, "You need to get sorted out. I know you don't like hospitals, but you seriously just need to relax..." she told him, "You can barely walk!" she pointed out.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 4:38:50 GMT
He looked down, realizing he was putting all his weight on his good foot. He knew she was right and that somehow bothered him more.
"You dont know. You just dont know." He said, walking outside and leaning against the building, his head starting to pound. He suddenly became convinced that there was someone inside him, someone wanting out. Someone wanting to hurt Diane. His fingers became tangled in his hair, pulling. Tears welled up in his eyes.
This isnt right! Why isnt this right?! he screamed in his head. The tears ran down his cheeks, a warm kiss to his frozen skin. He shook his head, wishing he could run away, realizing he would rather run away - kill himself than ever hurt Diane.
"Im in love..." He whispered, looking out into the dark and frozen world.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 5:01:12 GMT
She followed him obediently staying by his side the entire time, trying to comfort him however she could. She listened to him patiently - a quality which she prided herself in when people were upset, even if she was often left feeling like she had done very little in the way of helping them.
She too rested against the cold rough wall, looking out into the cold night. "I don't know, no..." she said finally, her words caught on the back of her throat as she decided how to address his second statement, distracting herself with the first. "I would... I would like to find out, though," she said, a little shrugging as she wrapped his arm around hers, trying to calm him down without getting in the way of his violent throws; she knew it would only get worse if he coincidently hurt her. "That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, right?" she said, smiling as she used the words for the first time. "Find out about each other... I can't say I really know you enough yet, but I really can't wait until I do." she said, smiling as she hoped that was an appropriate response.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 5:11:31 GMT
He pushed her away, realizing she wasnt even close to loving him. But what was love? Certainly something he was giving up on.
"Y-youre just like all the others..." he said, standing and looking at the world around him. Everything was frozen, sure to break at a simple touch.
"You dont love me. No one does..." He mumbled and walked off slowly, passing his car and not even bothering to look at it. Although for his limping self it would be a much better means of transportation. He wrung his hands together, sure he was soon to die. There was an empty feeling in his stomach, the kind you get when youre admist the scary part in the movie.
"Daddy..."
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