[action!|blog] I'm okay, just a little stiff
[Alfred is found next to a dumpster by two woman in questionable outfits. His backpack is with him, laptop and phone having their batteries again, both untouched, notebook tucked in as well and still shirtless. These two women do not take advantage of the poor boy as he is practically half-dead when they try to wake him and instead, using his phone, call the police and hospital.
Rushed through ER to deal with the wounds clawed down his forearms and general trauma suffered from the week, the doctors soon have him tucked into a hospital bed, extra blanket around his body. Alfred only sleeps for a few hours before he is woken by the glint of sunshine through his window. The lazy hand that lifts to rub his eye is covered in bandages and he feels stiff and tight all wrapped up in the blankets.
For a while, he merely sits in the bed, contemplating the sun through silts in the blinds, listening to the whirls and humming of the machines around him. The world has substance again, sounds, taste and sight, and it's wonderful.
When the nurses come by with food and he has eggs, some not-quite-Matthew-grade pancakes and a banana, and suddenly his entire appetite seems to have returned to him and he knows that this will be one of those snaking weeks. Sipping coffee, good lord how he missed coffee, he drags his laptop and phone out of his backpack, yawning and exhausted, but knowing he has to tell people he's alive.
He stares at all the texts received and all the posts made about him and it takes almost an hour-and-a-half just to read through them and once or twice he feels his eyes warming up and rubs his face clear of tears. He never realised how much people cared; how much truly goes on in the city.
Lucy's back, and finally with Dewi, Liberty's new population seems to be settling in and more are arriving with each week, Emi's missing, Remy's embarrassed, Jared's going a little insane over her (and Alfred, go figure), Sindre and Valdi hadn't given up on him, Kim went to New York and apparently Ivan came out of the closet.
Busy week.
All of these blogs and texts and general antics of the city just make him appreciate everyone he's met so far; how lucky he is to be part of such a loving, if odd, community. For the first time he seven days, he does feel truly warm.]
to: Ivan
sent: September 25th, 9:32
I'm fine. At the hospital, room 23. Come see me.
Hello everyone, Alfred here.
As you can probably tell by the fact that I'm actually making a blog, I am alive and stable. I'm at the hospital and I've still got all my limbs so that's a pretty awesome start. I'm really sorry for making you all worry and I can tell you for sure that this wasn't all some elaborate prank.
I was kidnapped and locked in a Room for a week.
It's... really weird thinking about it, but they let me out last night and I ended up at the hospital. Go figure... Guess I did something they wanted.
Hope to see you around Liberty and someone keep me updated on Emi, alright?
edit: I'm at St. Florence Hospital in room 23. You can come visit me, just... take it easy alright?
-Alfred
p.s. Professor Montour, any chance I can get an extension on that assignment I missed?
[When he finished with these, he closes his laptop, turns his phone to vibrate and relaxes into the bed, falling asleep again almost at once.]
Rushed through ER to deal with the wounds clawed down his forearms and general trauma suffered from the week, the doctors soon have him tucked into a hospital bed, extra blanket around his body. Alfred only sleeps for a few hours before he is woken by the glint of sunshine through his window. The lazy hand that lifts to rub his eye is covered in bandages and he feels stiff and tight all wrapped up in the blankets.
For a while, he merely sits in the bed, contemplating the sun through silts in the blinds, listening to the whirls and humming of the machines around him. The world has substance again, sounds, taste and sight, and it's wonderful.
When the nurses come by with food and he has eggs, some not-quite-Matthew-grade pancakes and a banana, and suddenly his entire appetite seems to have returned to him and he knows that this will be one of those snaking weeks. Sipping coffee, good lord how he missed coffee, he drags his laptop and phone out of his backpack, yawning and exhausted, but knowing he has to tell people he's alive.
He stares at all the texts received and all the posts made about him and it takes almost an hour-and-a-half just to read through them and once or twice he feels his eyes warming up and rubs his face clear of tears. He never realised how much people cared; how much truly goes on in the city.
Lucy's back, and finally with Dewi, Liberty's new population seems to be settling in and more are arriving with each week, Emi's missing, Remy's embarrassed, Jared's going a little insane over her (and Alfred, go figure), Sindre and Valdi hadn't given up on him, Kim went to New York and apparently Ivan came out of the closet.
Busy week.
All of these blogs and texts and general antics of the city just make him appreciate everyone he's met so far; how lucky he is to be part of such a loving, if odd, community. For the first time he seven days, he does feel truly warm.]
to: Ivan
sent: September 25th, 9:32
I'm fine. At the hospital, room 23. Come see me.
Hello everyone, Alfred here.
As you can probably tell by the fact that I'm actually making a blog, I am alive and stable. I'm at the hospital and I've still got all my limbs so that's a pretty awesome start. I'm really sorry for making you all worry and I can tell you for sure that this wasn't all some elaborate prank.
I was kidnapped and locked in a Room for a week.
It's... really weird thinking about it, but they let me out last night and I ended up at the hospital. Go figure... Guess I did something they wanted.
Hope to see you around Liberty and someone keep me updated on Emi, alright?
edit: I'm at St. Florence Hospital in room 23. You can come visit me, just... take it easy alright?
-Alfred
p.s. Professor Montour, any chance I can get an extension on that assignment I missed?
[When he finished with these, he closes his laptop, turns his phone to vibrate and relaxes into the bed, falling asleep again almost at once.]