The Kids Aren't Alright [ACTIVE//CLOSED]
Who: Rion Steiner, Rita... may eventually become OPEN to any staff members.
Where The ICU.
When: 7:32pm
Day: 19.
Rating: R for violence and death threats/murder attempts.
Summary: ICU roommates from Hell.
the Story:
Ignorant to the hospital changes, there was indeed a sense of coldness overwhelming the ICU that puzzled Rion. Had to up the heating of the electrical blanket that covered him, to which he was most thankful. The sounds in the night had been most unsettling. Not to mention that video that disturbed him earlier that morning. Definitely not reassuring in any way concerning the gravity of the situation.
Just a few hours earlier he found himself waking from his drug-induced slumber
(such bitter dreams of long stretching corridors with mechanical devices churning and churning and shifting everything about and there she is with her raggedy doll turning turning and running away why are you running away)
to the sound of the doors pushing open. A few more hours had gone by with noises heard in the intensive care ward. People talking, doing things... some talk of a suicide attempt,
m a y b e.
Or was Rion hearing things again?
Maybe this wasn’t real, either. Maybe it was another nightmare. The walls pulsed inward, outward, breathing with static eyes watching ever(watchingwatching)yone. When they wheeled in the patient
(least, he believed it to be a patient. Silly to think it could be
anyone else)
from the intensive care ward after so many more hours, it had grown steadily later in the day.
Nighttime now.
Whatever had happened, it had been serious. Several doctors had been attending to just the one patient for a long time.
Then they were gone.
Now, there was just a curtain separating him and the other a few feet away. The air seemed heavier; discomforted by the dusty mechanisms of steam and burning, rising from the walls and corners.
There were guards standing outside of the room still, just in case. Rion paid little mind to them as he achingly swung his legs from over the bed, over, slipping out,
shortly,
(easy does it)
only for a little while, just to take a peek-just a little peek. To ensure whether if this was dream or reality. To cut the thin thread between the two. The shifting he heard from outside, the burning stench, the watering in his eyes...
Moving, pulling back the curtain.
just a peek
just a
PEEK
Then, Rion took a step back, letting the curtain fall.
RITA was in there, on the other side.
Where The ICU.
When: 7:32pm
Day: 19.
Rating: R for violence and death threats/murder attempts.
Summary: ICU roommates from Hell.
the Story:
Ignorant to the hospital changes, there was indeed a sense of coldness overwhelming the ICU that puzzled Rion. Had to up the heating of the electrical blanket that covered him, to which he was most thankful. The sounds in the night had been most unsettling. Not to mention that video that disturbed him earlier that morning. Definitely not reassuring in any way concerning the gravity of the situation.
Just a few hours earlier he found himself waking from his drug-induced slumber
(such bitter dreams of long stretching corridors with mechanical devices churning and churning and shifting everything about and there she is with her raggedy doll turning turning and running away why are you running away)
to the sound of the doors pushing open. A few more hours had gone by with noises heard in the intensive care ward. People talking, doing things... some talk of a suicide attempt,
m a y b e.
Or was Rion hearing things again?
Maybe this wasn’t real, either. Maybe it was another nightmare. The walls pulsed inward, outward, breathing with static eyes watching ever(watchingwatching)yone. When they wheeled in the patient
(least, he believed it to be a patient. Silly to think it could be
anyone else)
from the intensive care ward after so many more hours, it had grown steadily later in the day.
Nighttime now.
Whatever had happened, it had been serious. Several doctors had been attending to just the one patient for a long time.
Then they were gone.
Now, there was just a curtain separating him and the other a few feet away. The air seemed heavier; discomforted by the dusty mechanisms of steam and burning, rising from the walls and corners.
There were guards standing outside of the room still, just in case. Rion paid little mind to them as he achingly swung his legs from over the bed, over, slipping out,
shortly,
(easy does it)
only for a little while, just to take a peek-just a little peek. To ensure whether if this was dream or reality. To cut the thin thread between the two. The shifting he heard from outside, the burning stench, the watering in his eyes...
Moving, pulling back the curtain.
just a peek
just a
PEEK
Then, Rion took a step back, letting the curtain fall.
RITA was in there, on the other side.