[Open] Awkward confession time
Characters: Bridge handy_psychic, a brief cameo appearance by Spike blue_shields, and OPEN to anyone who wants to visit
Date/Time: May 15th, mid-day onward
Location: The temporary clinic, the Wilderness
Rating: G, may or may not need to raise
Summary: Bridge has a freakout after having a strange dream that's not his own and ends up in the infirmary. His friends may come to visit to find out what happened to him.
Please to be starting a new thread for each encounter~
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"Hmmm..." Bridge heard himself murmur aloud, finally rising up from the darkness of a sedated slumber. He didn't really remember much of last night, just that his head had felt as though it was going to explode, hiding under a bed, and Bastet finding him- nothing after that. He gripped a handful of the bedclothes, wanting to drift back off to the first dreamless sleep he'd had in a while...
"Bridge? Are you awake?" He turned over at the sound of Spike's voice and reluctantly opened his eyes. "Hey, little buddy. How do you feel?"
"... Alright, I guess," Bridge mumbled, reaching up to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.
"Mmhmm. Aside from you having a nervous breakdown last night, of course."
"... Well, there IS that."
"Something's wrong. You're hiding something from us, and you're not getting your journal back until you tell me what it is," said Spike. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Bridge slowly sat up, not really wanting to meet Spike's eye. "Do you want to talk now, or later? Because you're GOING to talk, but I have to go to work soon. Make your decision now."
"... Can we make it later, Spike? PLEASE?" Bridge pleaded, and he winced a little when Spike gave him The Look. "I just need some time to gather my thoughts."
"Alright. I think the others are going to come looking for you, though, so be prepared." Spike sighed, and Bridge was surprised when his friend threw his arms around him. "Don't scare me like that again, Bridge."
"I'm sorry, Spike. I'm sorry..." Bridge murmured, returning the hug.
"Don't apologize, just- don't be scared to talk to me. Or anyone else. Ghost. Bastet. Lucy. Cross. Cara. Renae. You know the drill- you have lots of friends here who want to help you. I have to get going, though- send Logan if you need me, OK? I know Bastet will understand if I have to take off for a bit."
"Okay..." Spike squeezed him once, hard, then eased him back down onto the bed and walked off, looking reluctant. Logan placed his paws on the edge of the bed and peered at Bridge when he'd departed, whining softly. "Just you and me," Bridge murmured, reaching over to pet him. "For now." He resettled into the bed, placing his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
Date/Time: May 15th, mid-day onward
Location: The temporary clinic, the Wilderness
Rating: G, may or may not need to raise
Summary: Bridge has a freakout after having a strange dream that's not his own and ends up in the infirmary. His friends may come to visit to find out what happened to him.
Please to be starting a new thread for each encounter~
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"Hmmm..." Bridge heard himself murmur aloud, finally rising up from the darkness of a sedated slumber. He didn't really remember much of last night, just that his head had felt as though it was going to explode, hiding under a bed, and Bastet finding him- nothing after that. He gripped a handful of the bedclothes, wanting to drift back off to the first dreamless sleep he'd had in a while...
"Bridge? Are you awake?" He turned over at the sound of Spike's voice and reluctantly opened his eyes. "Hey, little buddy. How do you feel?"
"... Alright, I guess," Bridge mumbled, reaching up to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.
"Mmhmm. Aside from you having a nervous breakdown last night, of course."
"... Well, there IS that."
"Something's wrong. You're hiding something from us, and you're not getting your journal back until you tell me what it is," said Spike. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Bridge slowly sat up, not really wanting to meet Spike's eye. "Do you want to talk now, or later? Because you're GOING to talk, but I have to go to work soon. Make your decision now."
"... Can we make it later, Spike? PLEASE?" Bridge pleaded, and he winced a little when Spike gave him The Look. "I just need some time to gather my thoughts."
"Alright. I think the others are going to come looking for you, though, so be prepared." Spike sighed, and Bridge was surprised when his friend threw his arms around him. "Don't scare me like that again, Bridge."
"I'm sorry, Spike. I'm sorry..." Bridge murmured, returning the hug.
"Don't apologize, just- don't be scared to talk to me. Or anyone else. Ghost. Bastet. Lucy. Cross. Cara. Renae. You know the drill- you have lots of friends here who want to help you. I have to get going, though- send Logan if you need me, OK? I know Bastet will understand if I have to take off for a bit."
"Okay..." Spike squeezed him once, hard, then eased him back down onto the bed and walked off, looking reluctant. Logan placed his paws on the edge of the bed and peered at Bridge when he'd departed, whining softly. "Just you and me," Bridge murmured, reaching over to pet him. "For now." He resettled into the bed, placing his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling and thinking.