The mean length of stay for the treatment of burns is

[talks_to_nisse]

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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May 19th, morning

[polishflare]

Feliks carefully pushed open the door and eased it closed behind him. Guests were allowed to visit now so he didn't really need to be sneaking around, but he felt like he wasn't supposed to be there. So, sneaking around felt appropriate.

He crept over to the bed and peeked over it. He could see Sindre lying there... not really moving. Feliks' eyes went wider. Did they keep dead people in the hospital beds...?! No, that didn't seem right.

He reached up and slowly poked the other on the shoulder, withdrawing his hand quickly.

In a small voice he tried to call out to the other, "...Hippie"

o/

[talks_to_nisse]

"Don't touch me again," Sindre replied flatly, not opening his eyes.

:T

[polishflare]

Feliks stood up and crossed his arms. He stared down at Sindre with a disgruntled look.

"I could've totally just saved your life with that poke, cause you weren't moving and all." he muttered, "And that's what you say."

It seemed that was all Sindre was going to say on that though. Glancing back down at the other Feliks couldn't help but relax his defensiveness. He lowered his arms and let out a sigh. Sindre still didn't seem to be very alive even though he'd responded.

Feliks fidgeted, "Are you, like... okay?"

=/

[talks_to_nisse]

"Poking an injured person isn't going to save his life," he pointed out, opening his eyes to glare at Feliks. "Setting a store on fire, however, is likely to get someone killed."

;3;

[polishflare]

"Well, I don't know..." Feliks started to say to the floor, "I think there were, like, sometimes were it worked, you never know. Oh, and stores and fire, yeah... fire is mean, I guess, and doesn't like hippie stuff, sometimes, but everyone's okay and stuff. So, it can't be that likely!"

Feliks endded that by laughing nervously.

He glanced back to Sindre, then back to floor unable to meet that glare, "...right?"

>:|

[talks_to_nisse]

"We were lucky," Sindre replied. "Lucky that Wilm and Raivis happened to be walking by, lucky that there were no other people to account for."

He kept eye contact with Feliks as he added, "If they hadn't come, I would be much worse off."

:C

[polishflare]

"Are you saying I couldn't handle a bookcase?" Feliks scoffed, "Cause I could've totally had that. You need, like, more faith in me, Hippie."

He nodded to himself and looked to Sindre, but then quickly to the ceiling. Yeah, that was better to look at. It wasn't glaring right at him all serious and scary like that...

I can't help but notice a distinct lack of an apology.

[talks_to_nisse]

"You didn't handle a bookcase," Sindre said dryly. "From what I heard, you left. So there doesn't seem to be a reason to have faith in you."

apology, wassat?

[polishflare]

Feliks crossed his arms and repeated, "Could have."

"Plus." he added, "I was calling the ambulance people and the firefighting people, thank you very much."

What you need to get anywhere near Sindre's good graces

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre sighed. "Why are you here, Feliks?"

Was I ever near it? :o

[polishflare]

Feliks flinched.

"Ah, just seeing if you were okay and all, geez. Don't get all, like, rude. I guess you're fine since you can get mad and all." he stared back at the ground and watched himself shuffle his feet, "I didn't mean for you to get squished or anything... Usually, if there's, like, a problem I get stuck in the mess. It's weird having the luck out of this one. But, it really sucks for you."

He paused.

"I mean, um, you know just really strange... and stuff..." He began a hesitant laugh and perked up, "Maybe, unluck is just contagious!"

He told your fortune

[talks_to_nisse]

"Or maybe you need to grow up some, and pay attention to the harm your actions can do," Sindre replied dully.

He was working!

[polishflare]

"No..." Feliks pondered, "No, I don't think that's it. I think I'm, like, grown up just fine. Can children call 911? No, I don't think so and what, like, totally saved your life. 911 yeah, that's right."

"I think I just need to, like, learn not be startled when hippies yell at me, but I kinda can't help that..."

Not his job

[talks_to_nisse]

"Of course children can call 911," Sindre shot back. "You only have to dial three numbers. They can handle that."

Sindre sighed again. He didn't know why he was expecting anything from Feliks. "What the hell were you even doing with a lighter in the store?"

It is a job, though... uh huh~

[polishflare]

"Yeah, but kids don't do that on purpose or anything, you know." He was trying, but not really helping his side of this argument.

He went about straightening out a small patch of the blanket on the corner of Sindre's bed, not wanting to look anywhere else, "I don't know... totally not, like, trying to burn a building down, though..."

Not his.

[talks_to_nisse]

"Then why were you lighting things on fire?" he demanded.