Proze style! Present-tense type!
Teatime, having been dragged to the hospital by a certain Spike Stoker, has managed to make a somewhat recovery and is now lying in the bed, bandaged heavily and sedated just as much. His system is fighting off most of the drugs, though, so he's not unconscious or delusional. Just not very mobile.
As he sits there, calm and unspeaking, he massages his empty right eye socket, sorely missing the feeling of warm glass against his skin. How lonely he feels, in this empty white room, without a single person around. Normally he wouldn't care, but his lack of friends is really quite getting to him...
Typist: Invitation to Spike and all others to visit Teatime in the hospital. Plz. He needs love. Love that I can't give. *sobs*
As he sits there, calm and unspeaking, he massages his empty right eye socket, sorely missing the feeling of warm glass against his skin. How lonely he feels, in this empty white room, without a single person around. Normally he wouldn't care, but his lack of friends is really quite getting to him...
Typist: Invitation to Spike and all others to visit Teatime in the hospital. Plz. He needs love. Love that I can't give. *sobs*