Far From Refuge [ACTIVE//OPEN]
Who: Rion Steiner, OPEN.
Where ICU.
When: Late afternoon, after Rion’s awakening.
Rating: Between PG-13 to R.
Summary: After a three-day coma, Rion Steiner is awake. Visitation to his room in the ICU is officially open, though under staff supervision.
the Story:
[ ooc: This is an open thread for anyone who wishes to visit Rion in his room in the ICU. Keep each thread separate, so as not to interrupt other characters during their visitation period. ]
He felt like shit, but at least he didn’t ache so badly as did before. Like eons ago, happening to different persons.
Eyes wandered the empty room, as if waiting, waiting for something. A terrible and grinning thing to emerge and say hello friend.
Calling for her instead. Each day, calling, calling, but never an answer. Wherefore were there no reply from his sweet, precious, button-eyed little friend? His sweet, dear-heart little friend, tucked away all safe and sound and loved. Gone.
All gone.
SLEEP again;
he dreams of following HER down the corroded corridors. walls pulsing inward, outward, breathing as though alive. glass eyes push in from the peepholes of patient rooms (except in truth there are none on any patient rooms), vigilant. he chases after, runs after, follows after but no, SHE runs away into the corridors and away into the woods and away into the rain for SHE is smart and fortunate, terrified of of of
him?
no. them.
they are- grabbing him from behind taking him with knives on their fingertips and cut, cut, slash, gurgle, choke and it pours out from his trachea down his white shirt covering it covering all red so much red
and then he laughs
and he laughs
and laughs
saying
we’re all friends here
(WE’RE ALL FRIENDS.)
When Rion Steiner slipped back into the world, he was no longer bounded, but still sedated. So very, heavily sedated, with its liquid euphoria numbing his veins until he could no longer feel or sense anything. He sat up in his bed, head, world, universe spinning round and round. Retinas with a sense of pulse. Pupils dilated. Dimmed room a blur and swirls and shapes. Door. Wires hooked up into his arms, his temples-as if monitoring him.
Eyes rolling to the top of his head, the teenager falls back down onto his ICU bed, head impacted the pillow. The whirl of migraine sensation reaping the painless euphoria experienced mere moments ago. Take it back. He tried flexing his itchy painful swelling left hand but the cast still prevented him from doing so. The bruises and sores on his face and skin not so bad as before but still present for all to see.
To their origins, Rion did not say a thing. Not to doctor, not to them, not even to Furiae. No one needed to know at all. Answers were irrelevant.
Door unlocked. Guard standing outside, hands behind his back. Visitors are likely and so, so unwelcome.
Where ICU.
When: Late afternoon, after Rion’s awakening.
Rating: Between PG-13 to R.
Summary: After a three-day coma, Rion Steiner is awake. Visitation to his room in the ICU is officially open, though under staff supervision.
the Story:
[ ooc: This is an open thread for anyone who wishes to visit Rion in his room in the ICU. Keep each thread separate, so as not to interrupt other characters during their visitation period. ]
He felt like shit, but at least he didn’t ache so badly as did before. Like eons ago, happening to different persons.
Eyes wandered the empty room, as if waiting, waiting for something. A terrible and grinning thing to emerge and say hello friend.
Calling for her instead. Each day, calling, calling, but never an answer. Wherefore were there no reply from his sweet, precious, button-eyed little friend? His sweet, dear-heart little friend, tucked away all safe and sound and loved. Gone.
All gone.
SLEEP again;
he dreams of following HER down the corroded corridors. walls pulsing inward, outward, breathing as though alive. glass eyes push in from the peepholes of patient rooms (except in truth there are none on any patient rooms), vigilant. he chases after, runs after, follows after but no, SHE runs away into the corridors and away into the woods and away into the rain for SHE is smart and fortunate, terrified of of of
him?
no. them.
they are- grabbing him from behind taking him with knives on their fingertips and cut, cut, slash, gurgle, choke and it pours out from his trachea down his white shirt covering it covering all red so much red
and then he laughs
and he laughs
and laughs
saying
we’re all friends here
(WE’RE ALL FRIENDS.)
When Rion Steiner slipped back into the world, he was no longer bounded, but still sedated. So very, heavily sedated, with its liquid euphoria numbing his veins until he could no longer feel or sense anything. He sat up in his bed, head, world, universe spinning round and round. Retinas with a sense of pulse. Pupils dilated. Dimmed room a blur and swirls and shapes. Door. Wires hooked up into his arms, his temples-as if monitoring him.
Eyes rolling to the top of his head, the teenager falls back down onto his ICU bed, head impacted the pillow. The whirl of migraine sensation reaping the painless euphoria experienced mere moments ago. Take it back. He tried flexing his itchy painful swelling left hand but the cast still prevented him from doing so. The bruises and sores on his face and skin not so bad as before but still present for all to see.
To their origins, Rion did not say a thing. Not to doctor, not to them, not even to Furiae. No one needed to know at all. Answers were irrelevant.
Door unlocked. Guard standing outside, hands behind his back. Visitors are likely and so, so unwelcome.