'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room [SEMI-OPEN]
Characters: Tommy and Ino, and other people who come to pay Tommy a visit on that first day. (Ask before joining please)
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Location: Infirmary (OH SNAP ROOM CHANGE)
Content: Tommy is recovering from the zombies ordeal with his broken legs and is dying of boredom and cabin fever. Ino comes to pay a visit.
Format: I'm starting with Prose, but we'll probably dissolve into Action because we're lazy and like icon spamming.
Warnings: Wangst. Swearing. Tommy and Ino.
For Tommy, there was probably nothing worse than what he was going through right now. Of course, it had been far worse when he’d been trapped in that tiny cell without all the painkillers he was now medicated on, but now... Now he was just trapped by his own body. And he was not getting used to the idea. Losing his ability to run whenever he wanted was killing him, and with what he had just been through? Running away would be just perfect for him.
But no. He was trapped in the infirmary, his legs wrapped in bandages and casts, stuck on a cot with screens around him. At least the medication he was on put him out of it most of the time, and he had slept quite a lot, but the time when he was awake was hell. He couldn’t fidget because his legs were hard to move in the casts and the staff didn’t take kindly to him exploding things in the room. There was literally nothing he could do to vent off his steam, and it was killing him and making him progressively more frustrated. They said that they wanted to keep him in observation, just in case any of the drugs that Wesker tested on him had any side effects, but Tommy wanted out. He wanted out so badly, and informed the staff almost every time he saw them.
And to top it off, he’d not seen his brother yet. Or Wally. Or even Ino. Not that he really wanted to talk to anyone right now because hell, he had a lot of shit going on and wanted to deal with it on his own, but they could’ve at least made sure he was okay. He was actually kind of insulted that Billy hadn’t just zapped him out of there straight away. Well fuck him. He was family, and Tommy knew from experience that family had a tendency to fuck you over when you needed it most. And god had he needed it.
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Location: Infirmary (OH SNAP ROOM CHANGE)
Content: Tommy is recovering from the zombies ordeal with his broken legs and is dying of boredom and cabin fever. Ino comes to pay a visit.
Format: I'm starting with Prose, but we'll probably dissolve into Action because we're lazy and like icon spamming.
Warnings: Wangst. Swearing. Tommy and Ino.
For Tommy, there was probably nothing worse than what he was going through right now. Of course, it had been far worse when he’d been trapped in that tiny cell without all the painkillers he was now medicated on, but now... Now he was just trapped by his own body. And he was not getting used to the idea. Losing his ability to run whenever he wanted was killing him, and with what he had just been through? Running away would be just perfect for him.
But no. He was trapped in the infirmary, his legs wrapped in bandages and casts, stuck on a cot with screens around him. At least the medication he was on put him out of it most of the time, and he had slept quite a lot, but the time when he was awake was hell. He couldn’t fidget because his legs were hard to move in the casts and the staff didn’t take kindly to him exploding things in the room. There was literally nothing he could do to vent off his steam, and it was killing him and making him progressively more frustrated. They said that they wanted to keep him in observation, just in case any of the drugs that Wesker tested on him had any side effects, but Tommy wanted out. He wanted out so badly, and informed the staff almost every time he saw them.
And to top it off, he’d not seen his brother yet. Or Wally. Or even Ino. Not that he really wanted to talk to anyone right now because hell, he had a lot of shit going on and wanted to deal with it on his own, but they could’ve at least made sure he was okay. He was actually kind of insulted that Billy hadn’t just zapped him out of there straight away. Well fuck him. He was family, and Tommy knew from experience that family had a tendency to fuck you over when you needed it most. And god had he needed it.