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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 16:52:51 GMT -5
Lariss fumed silently.
He'd expected as much, but was still irritated beyond belief when a medic told him he had to wait outside. Well aware he wasn't family, the boy nonetheless did not relent on his seething. With the stunt he'd pulled outside the ambulance, the supervisor even went so far to appoint one of their security guards to "secretly" follow him. He hadn't been told this, but the man's shifty eyes and slight fascination with his gun hip spoke volumes of just how freaked out the head medic must be.
Not that it mattered, though. He'd sit and behave in the hallway until Apollo woke up, needing to know his father's location or number to tell him about what had happened. It didn't seem likely the man would be able to travel in less than a day.
This sterile, white hallway was so dull.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 17:12:01 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- The sunlight burned, coming in on awakening eyes. Apollo shifted to bring a hand up, and suddenly choked in pain. He'd forgotten about that. At his side, his left arm, up his shoulder and firmly secured around his chest, where another set of securing bandages kept his ribcage firm constricted almost all of his movement. Confined to only lying stiffly on his back, the man blinked.
Suddenly, startling the adjusting man, the door pushed open revealing a pale man whom Apollo figured was a doctor. His glasses only had a half a rim, and rested on the edge of his nose, while his coat was adorned with various pins on him showing different stages of creepily happy animals. When he reached out and placed a hand on his bed side railing, he could only stare with indifference.
"Good afternoon," the man started, leaning in slightly to advert the pangolin from over exerting his neck too far, "I'm Doctor Deshinelle. It's nice to see you awake, and in a stable state."
Still too groggy to fully understand the double meaning behind the white-haired man's words, Apollo failed to realize himself his animal features had retreated back into his skin. Before he could ask any of the important questions - who, what, where, when, and why mainly, the respectable doctor began to fill him in.
"Oh," he responded when the man finished, trying to absorb the knowledge as best he could. "...Would you consider this a lucky break or a horrible day?"
"Well," Deshinelle drew out, smiling warmly, "you've been here for more than a day. And this whole time you've had someone waiting. I'd say it's been lucky to have someone so concerned for your being."
Confused more than before, Apollo blinked innocently for a moment, wiggling his good wrist against the pristine sheets. "Who?" he cooed, fairly suspicious of the whimsical doctor and his handy tricks.
The pale man only lifted his shoulders, gesturing for the door. The guard caught it through the window, and jerking a finger towards himself, motioned for passage to be unbarred. "I'll return soon, Mr. Apollo, so please don't get wound up before you get your medication," he teased, slipping out the door with a friendly wave to both patient and visitor. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 17:25:17 GMT -5
The teen looked up questioningly as the room's door swung open, letting a friendly-looking doctor with an equally as friendly wave pass through. He could only stare, the adrenalin high he'd been riding on for the past sixteen or so hours finally leaving him feeling drained. By this point the boy had been awake for thirty-one hours straight, refusing to leave for fear of something happening to the blond man.
Lariss was fairly sure no one had been called on Apollo's condition, seeing as he was a foreigner and his last name - whatever it was - not listed in the phone book. He used that as an excuse to justify his blatant refusal to come home, feeling the slightest bit guilty about lying to his mother ("yeah, I'm at a friend's house for the night.. it's Friday.. c'mon, mum.").
...Only now was he aware how creepy and stalker-like he must appear.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 17:34:50 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Snuggling higher into his incredibly noisy pillow, Apollo stared at the door, catching the glimpse of his cafe companion as it swung shut. Feeling now incredibly guilty, the freckled man sunk into his bed, letting out a long breath as he shut his eyes.
It was vivid now, the sounds of Lariss' voice trying to reassure him as he bled away on the concrete. Opening his eyes, the blond ran his tongue over his dry lip, pausing for a moment as he touched the line of stitches the doctor informed him about. The medication in his system made them seem invisible, the pain they'd harness once the pills wore off hidden expertly.
He rolled his head back sideways, staring for the door, blinking now in pure curiosity, hinted with frustration at the length of each bat. The European wasn't sure how to catch his attention to beckon him in, both limbs immobile in some form - one completely unmoving besides his fingers, the other unable to move any higher than his navel. Finding his only way to bring attention would be through other actions, Apollo just stared at the door, hoping some force would make the boy uncomfortable on the outside. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 17:59:26 GMT -5
He didn't want to look inside, for fear of the worst - his mental state rapidly deteriorating due to his lack of sleep, Lariss didn't think for a moment that the doctor's happy demeanor and Apollo's condition were related. He knew he was a coward, but he'd been bleeding so much...
You can't sit out here all day, pansy.
"I know," he said out loud, deliberately focusing on the wall to avoid the armed guard's stare.
The back of his neck itched, and he reached up to scratch it as he inhaled deeply and rose to his feet, eyes shut firmly tight as he took the plunge into the medical room...
his shoe collided with an uneven tile and he tripped, rocking forward unsteadily with his bag providing unbalancing force. Shakily, he flung his arms out to avoid crashing face-first into the sterile flooring, and felt hugely like an idiot.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 18:10:20 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- About to give up, the man grunted, repositioning himself the best he could to get a better view of the TV he realized had been on the whole time, built into the wall but muted most likely to preserve his fragile state of sleep he was in before. Expecting the doctor, he didn't move when the door whooshed open. When Lariss poked in - stumbled, collided, what ever ungraceful term you deemed, he lost all attention in the flickering monitor.
Watching from the corner of his eye, Apollo let out a sigh, trying to avoid chuckling in wake of the pain in his chest. "So you're aware," he informed, "I'm in no state to save you from your own shoes."
The blond smiled weakly, more for show than anything. It was apparent the boy was deathly tired, probably shaken to his roots as well, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy. For one, his left side was the one in view of the door, but the bruising that lined the side of his face and body where he smacked the pavement was all to the wall. His gown had been slit to his abdomen area, and even though all the exposed skin was covered in bandages, Apollo knew he wasn't a sight to be pleased at seeing. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 18:19:50 GMT -5
Lariss almost swallowed his tongue in the wave of an overwhelming sense of ill-placed guilt. Feeling deeply self-conscious, he offered an equally weak smile back, noticing the frail joke but deigning to give it more than a passing glance.
"I'm sorry."
He knew he was going to be scolded for apologizing for something that clearly wasn't his fault, as his mum was so wont to do, but Lariss couldn't be bothered to listen to reason, swamped as he was in the stew of I should have been there, I should have been there, I should have...
It was entirely unreasonable, yet completely expected. The accident had rattled him, reminded him of their own mortality - and that everyone, regardless of whether they were a teenage serving girl or a traveler on Europe's tracks, was the same degree of mortal.
Trying to avoid looking at the road map of injuries on his acquaintance, the boy looked to the television implanted in the wall for lack of any other subject.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 18:35:57 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- His eyes returned to crescents as he gave a shift of his body. "Don't be," Apollo told him gently, following his gaze back to the t.v.. The faces of the people weren't interesting, just seemingly spazzy beings without dialogue. "I appreciate all your efforts whole heartily."
The blond was aware he was trying to avoid looking at him, focused everywhere but in his direction. His apology had seemed directional too, soft and concerning. Like a reassuring father, he lifted his foot, and thumped it to the end of the crinkly mattress. "You'd be less of door and more of a window if you sit," he instructed, trying to remain focused on the t.v. as if it was nothing, like a welcoming hostess. Beyond the action, he dully wondered if bed sheets could ever be as annoying as the ones he was provided.
Usually he would have accepted it and let the boy be gone, he didn't seem as if he wanted to remain any longer, but the freckled man couldn't let it end here. Despite fuzzy vision from induced pain, he was aware he had been protecting him in his frail morphed state, having even called him out on it. Feeling awkward he slowly raised his good shoulder, brushing it against his cheek. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 20:10:44 GMT -5
"Oh. Uh." He sat, balancing precariously on the edge of the bed not too far and not too close to the hospitalized man, dropping his ever-present bag alongside a metal support post. "Thanks."
Apollo's assurance had done little to assure Lariss, instead making him hypersensitive to the man's (granted, improving) condition. Fighting back another storm of misplaced guilt, he resolutely folded his arms and puffed his lower lip out, like a pouting child. The actors on screen moved continuously, unaccompanied by sound - but the flashing of the colored pixels gave Lariss something to focus on.
There was a question that needed to be asked, and although the silence was comfortable, the leBlaise boy drew a breath.
"What happens now? Is the train delayed...?"
Fearing the answer, he winced minutely.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 20:21:32 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Apollo blinked in recognition, resting at ease as Lariss seated himself where indicated. True, he was seated awkwardly and stiffly, easily noticeable in hospital situation. Couldn't blame him for being careful he knew,so he just hummed to himself for a moment as he attempted to skim the room the best he could manage. The remote had to be somewhere...
"Hm," he formed amongst his little melody, "I wouldn't think so. But, it'll be back, don't fret." The blond avoided the first question for a moment, clicking his tongue as the sliver of black plastic came into his line of sight. "M'mm, would you be as kind to fetch the remote? It's on the sink, next to the towel." With his eyes, he pointed out the direction, to where in the corner the door sat for the conjoined bathroom and the counter top and sink that sat beside it.
He only gave a heart beat before continuing onto the more important part, "I don't know what I'm to do next, Lariss." His good hand moved a couple inches, climbing up onto his thigh, scrunching the gown underneath his fingers. "From the sounds of it, they want me here for another two days at least, to make sure everything in my blasted arm is set. But, I have a feeling their enthusiasm for a check-up may be curbed." Annoyance danced in his voice, setting a mood differently from his usual formal talk. Green eyes relocated on the room's door, scowling slightly at the oak appliance.
OOC; I forgot I had this down here.
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 19, 2010 20:43:45 GMT -5
He thought that was the end of it.
Lariss was on his feet before Apollo had even finished pointing out the location of the piece of technology, having spotted it on his own time while observing the room. He almost missed the somewhat-quiet voice answering the first half of the question, paused in mid-step so as to hear the man correctly.
"That doctor didn't seem too put-off by you, if I'm allowed to say," the boy provided pointedly, hefting the small piece of black plastic in one hand. "... by the way, I have something of my own to mention." He picked his way back to the bed, seating himself in the small spot before holding out the remote to his cafe partner.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 19, 2010 20:52:36 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- Apollo was too caught up in his own fuming to notice his answer had caught the boy off guard, teeth just worrying the mass of wire looped through his lip as he pondered. When Lariss spoke he came back to reality, softening his features as to not discourage.
"They're trained to be like that, the lot of them," he responded with a grunt. With a shaky hand he captured the remote, parting his lips to say thanks. The blond faltered for a moment as he craned his neck to read the buttons, finally punching the small red circle that unleashed the box's sound at the touch. It was only up about three notches, but he set the remote at his side, tilting his chin upward.
"What would that be?" the pangolin asked, settling back into his pillow. The woman on the screen was shouting about some 'skanky whore', but Apollo couldn't bring himself to eye the actor in mention, instead staring intently at the silver haired boy. ... really this channel was not appropriate for all ages. "I think I owe you the right to speak on whatever you want." He gave a small smile. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 20, 2010 15:59:47 GMT -5
"Owe me... of course." The boy fought the urge to roll his eyes, instead figuring out how to word his sort-of confession.
Choosing what could be classified as a reckless plan of action, but was probably the best way of conveying what he wanted to say, Lariss turned to face Apollo squarely.
"This might freak you out a little bit." Storing a deep breath and concentrating hard, his right hand started to itch furiously with the intensity of a thousand mosquito bites. After less than a tenth of a second, the itch vanished, and he pulled back the sleeve that had slipped down to cover his hand to show.
Frozen, waiting for a reaction.
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Post by W h e l p z i e on May 20, 2010 16:17:31 GMT -5
.A FANCY MAN![/color] ---- He blinked curiously for a moment, confused on why Lariss had suddenly because so ... bold in his actions, when previously finding every way possibly to not face him.
The blond could only let out a long sigh through his nose, turning his head away. "So I see," he bit, not scornful, just rather tired with the turn of events. It was the perfect explanation, he assumed, for everything the boy had been doing. He grit his teeth, trying to avoid a fit of rage suddenly behind blazing green eyes. If the boy had just sat here so he could have another misfit friend, the freckled man would be more than happy to chase him out of the room, dammit. (He didn't bother to add the difficulty of this to his plan, with having just being hit by a car and all.)
"Is that all?" Apollo scolded now, not bothering to look at him but rather to the covered window to his right. He fidgeted angrily for a moment, childish but all he could manage, sending the black remote clattering to the ground beside his noisy confinement. It sat there, hiding under the metal frame. The TV bickered on with the silence. OOC;
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Post by a r s e n i c * on May 20, 2010 19:30:57 GMT -5
He bit his tongue, simply observing Apollo's sudden change in mood with an annoying sensation of his neck burning. The end furious comment, dripping with sarcasm, only ignited his own anger that had been pooling since yesterday.
"Delightful. Utterly fantastic."
Lariss furrowed his eyebrows tightly, yanking his sleeve back over his hand and sliding to his feet, hefting his bag in the transition. He doesn't even realize what I'm...
"I was just trying to-" he tried to at least say. "-you know what? Never mind. That's all."
He knew better than to slam the door on the way out (it was a hospital, after all), but he did pull it shut tightly with a loud click and was almost as satisfied. The teen resolutely ignored a slight prickling sensation behind his eyes as he swept down the hall.
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