WHO: Open
WHEN: 19 May-25th May
WHERE: Florence Memorial Hospital, Room 304
WHAT: Hospital Visiting Hours
[OOC: This is basically for anyone who wants to visit Sindre while he's in the hospital, as the other thread was getting...long. Just post with your date and time of visit as you start a new run of threads~]
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8.9 days )
Sindre, the most reasonable and sane out of all her friends, was in the hospital. Elizaveta took no time at all in hopping into a cab and then tipping the driver extra after yelling at him for half of the ride and sobbing for the other. Once she got to the hospital though, all her energy fell out of her as she felt incredibly scared.
Wilm had said that he was okay. But okay wasn't a good thing. Countless situations burned in the back of her head as she found her way listlessly to Sindre's room, in which she almost walked out of because she thought she had found the wrong room. No, it was Sindre. The pale room was lit up only by some flowers, and there he was. Impossibly weak. Staring at him, Elizaveta suddenly found her passion again.
"Sindre!" She wiped the tears she didn't know she had shed as she kneeled beside his bed, smiling. "You don't look too great now, honey." Right now, she needed to be happy and supportive, because he would make it through this. He would. "Is there anything I can do for you? L-like sing you a lullaby or do something crazy?"
Her voice wavered, "A-are you alright? Your friend Berwald posted about you being in the hospital, and I rushed right over when Wilm told me the location. I know I'm blabbering but I just want to make sure... that you're alright. Not by the doctor's standards. By yours."
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He turned serious, though, to answer her question. "'m fine, really. Just some burns. They'll heal up. 'm not dying or anything."
Reaching out to take her hand, he forced a smirk. "Though there is this weepy blond woman who is insisting on making a scene in my room."
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Frowning, she stared at Sindre. "But still, god. What the hell happened? I know a fire escalated, but... Nevermind. Maybe I don't want to know. Just get better, alright?"
Pausing, Elizaveta smirked slightly. "If you don't get better soon, who knows, I know a director who would be delighted to film a story about a bedridden Norwegian."
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Sindre blanched, though, at the thought of the man who had done that near him while he couldn't get away. "If you call him, I'll e-mail Gilbert the commercial," he shot back.
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She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, it's a deal. Although I'm already getting Antonio to keep him away from the television." Smiling a little, she raised an eyebrow, "Nice flowers, by the way. Who got you them?"
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Sindre raised his own eyebrow in response. "That's why I said I'd e-mail it to him. Neatly avoids that."
Glancing at the flowers, he added, "Søren's brother brought those for me."
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Wincing at the mention of Soren, however, she tried to calm down. "That's nice of him. Haven't heard of him before, though."
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A small smile crossed his face. "Kai's a good kid. Not the brightest, and still does stupid things, but he is Søren's brother. And he's fun to mess with."
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Looking at the carnations again, Elizaveta smiled as well. "Well, these are very pretty flowers." She tilted her head, "Are you tired? Maybe I should come back another time. I bet you get a lot of visitors.
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Biting her lip, she looked at him again. "If you're okay, then I'll go. But only if you're sure you don't need me to peel you a banana or something."
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Sindre mock-glared at her. "You. Out. Now."
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Next time she would bring a balloon or something.
[DONE?!]
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