Second Floor Hallway, then Room 218, Sunday Afternoon on...
Adah, with careful steps and concentration and a lot of dependency on walls and railings, had managed her limp from the clinic to the dorms. Of course she had refused assistance. Of course, she'd forgotten mostly everything about where she was except that she was there, so she'd gotten lost more than a few times. She remembered stairs and her rememberance did not fail her into how troublesome they were, but she did not remember what to do once she got past them and into the hallway she knew was here. She blinked, felt a swell of a shift in what she saw: the length of hallway lined with doors seemed to shift, blue, tilt, and she drew in a catching breath as she slumped against a wall. There were...so many of them. Well, a quick count revealed not so many, but they seemed overwhelming to consider the fact that she had no idea while was one.
Closing her eyes, Adah attempted to fight the swell, although everything seemed to want to take her over. She was feeling weak again, like she had a few times on her traverse, starting to slump, to sway, and then...
There was someone there, talking to her, saying something that she couldn't understand, just words, but the sudden attempt of someone to help left her suddenly strengthened, pulling away, blinking at the floppy haired boy suddenly there.
"Whoa, Adah, it's just me," he said. "A.J. You okay? You need help? I was just going to see if your roommate..."
Nonsense, all of it, and Adah just blinked at the meaningless sounds between staring at him. He seemed uncertain of what to do, so he reached out again. "Here, let me--"
And, again, she pulled away, sharper this time, although not by much, as the wall impeded her ability to move much further away.
"Okay. No help, then. Right. If you want. But, um, I'm heading your way anyway, so..."
He started down the hall and Adah watched him with an even sharper concentration. He was familiar, that much she knew, it was just a matter of getting herself to remember where from. But, if anything, she'd figure that if she knew him, he'd know which door was her room. He paused, looked back at her with an expectant look on her face, and said more, still gibberish, and she shook her head. He sighed heavily, turning away, walking. She followed, quietly, against the wall, moving slowly until finally, he stopped in front of a door and motioned toward it.
"Should you or should I?"
Adah just stared, which seemed to be enough to answer whatever question he was asking because he sighed again and moved to open the door, gesturing for her to go in before him. She almost instantly regretted it, wincing slightly as she limped in and saw all the unfamiliar shapes, the colors in bright slashes across the wall that made her head throb and feel light. She staggered a little, to lean against something as she stared at them, trying to make the bursts and forms take their rightful shape and stop jarring her mind. And the room, besides the beds and desks and books and colors, was empty.
The boy was talking to her again, but Adah couldn't be bothered to understand it as she tried to get her bearings, hobbling toward one of the beds so that she could sit down. Familiar, all of it, but still leaving her head spinning. She wished that changes didn't leave her so out of it, but they did and...
More talking. She blinked staring at the boy.
"...guess Beauty's not in after all. You sure you're okay? Need me to get you anything? Water? Anything?"
She just stared.
"....Riiiight. Okay. Well, if you need anything, I...um...I...I'll go check the stables."
He was biting his lip; an odd gesture, seemed nervous and then yet another sigh before, finally, he left, closing the door softly behind him.
She was glad for the silence that took over the room once he was gone, because the ringing in her head was enough noise for now, thank you very much. Dully, she tried to focus on one area at a time. In a bit, once the colors on the wall stopped hurting her, she'd get up, limp around, feel for familiarities in the movement of the place, the things on the desk, in the dressers, slowly reaquainting herself. Slowly. Carefully. But not until the dizzying swell diminished.
[[ by137 totally modded with permission, lol. Door is closed but post is very, very open! ]]
Closing her eyes, Adah attempted to fight the swell, although everything seemed to want to take her over. She was feeling weak again, like she had a few times on her traverse, starting to slump, to sway, and then...
There was someone there, talking to her, saying something that she couldn't understand, just words, but the sudden attempt of someone to help left her suddenly strengthened, pulling away, blinking at the floppy haired boy suddenly there.
"Whoa, Adah, it's just me," he said. "A.J. You okay? You need help? I was just going to see if your roommate..."
Nonsense, all of it, and Adah just blinked at the meaningless sounds between staring at him. He seemed uncertain of what to do, so he reached out again. "Here, let me--"
And, again, she pulled away, sharper this time, although not by much, as the wall impeded her ability to move much further away.
"Okay. No help, then. Right. If you want. But, um, I'm heading your way anyway, so..."
He started down the hall and Adah watched him with an even sharper concentration. He was familiar, that much she knew, it was just a matter of getting herself to remember where from. But, if anything, she'd figure that if she knew him, he'd know which door was her room. He paused, looked back at her with an expectant look on her face, and said more, still gibberish, and she shook her head. He sighed heavily, turning away, walking. She followed, quietly, against the wall, moving slowly until finally, he stopped in front of a door and motioned toward it.
"Should you or should I?"
Adah just stared, which seemed to be enough to answer whatever question he was asking because he sighed again and moved to open the door, gesturing for her to go in before him. She almost instantly regretted it, wincing slightly as she limped in and saw all the unfamiliar shapes, the colors in bright slashes across the wall that made her head throb and feel light. She staggered a little, to lean against something as she stared at them, trying to make the bursts and forms take their rightful shape and stop jarring her mind. And the room, besides the beds and desks and books and colors, was empty.
The boy was talking to her again, but Adah couldn't be bothered to understand it as she tried to get her bearings, hobbling toward one of the beds so that she could sit down. Familiar, all of it, but still leaving her head spinning. She wished that changes didn't leave her so out of it, but they did and...
More talking. She blinked staring at the boy.
"...guess Beauty's not in after all. You sure you're okay? Need me to get you anything? Water? Anything?"
She just stared.
"....Riiiight. Okay. Well, if you need anything, I...um...I...I'll go check the stables."
He was biting his lip; an odd gesture, seemed nervous and then yet another sigh before, finally, he left, closing the door softly behind him.
She was glad for the silence that took over the room once he was gone, because the ringing in her head was enough noise for now, thank you very much. Dully, she tried to focus on one area at a time. In a bit, once the colors on the wall stopped hurting her, she'd get up, limp around, feel for familiarities in the movement of the place, the things on the desk, in the dressers, slowly reaquainting herself. Slowly. Carefully. But not until the dizzying swell diminished.
[[ by137 totally modded with permission, lol. Door is closed but post is very, very open! ]]