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thecapitol2013-05-20 09:54 pm
marcato) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-20 09:54 pm
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WHO| Aunamee and OPEN
WHAT| Aunamee is recovering after Grey stabbed him. It's been a crummy week.
WHERE| The infirmary, in a nice room provided by Timaeus.
WHEN| Between arenas.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Will add as necessary.
The sheets aren't dirty, but it feels like they are.
Aunamee has never been to a hospital before. The only time he came close was when he was nine years old and caught a rock with the lawnmower. He was fresh-faced and mortal then, his hair so light that it was almost white, and the back of his red vinyl backpack bore the initials A. I. K. The rock flung out of the gears and hit him in the head, turning the whole world black. Once his vision cleared, he realized his parents were speaking over him with hushed voices, but he screamed and cried and begged, and he said, please, no, not the hospital, not that terrible place. He remembers grabbing onto the grass, desperate, as though it were an anchor.
It is the same way he digs his fingers into the unclean sheets today.
WHAT| Aunamee is recovering after Grey stabbed him. It's been a crummy week.
WHERE| The infirmary, in a nice room provided by Timaeus.
WHEN| Between arenas.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Will add as necessary.
The sheets aren't dirty, but it feels like they are.
Aunamee has never been to a hospital before. The only time he came close was when he was nine years old and caught a rock with the lawnmower. He was fresh-faced and mortal then, his hair so light that it was almost white, and the back of his red vinyl backpack bore the initials A. I. K. The rock flung out of the gears and hit him in the head, turning the whole world black. Once his vision cleared, he realized his parents were speaking over him with hushed voices, but he screamed and cried and begged, and he said, please, no, not the hospital, not that terrible place. He remembers grabbing onto the grass, desperate, as though it were an anchor.
It is the same way he digs his fingers into the unclean sheets today.
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"Ah, darling? Oh ..." he says, noticing Aunamee's condition. He's wringing his hands, uncomfortable at having intruded on someone's recovery. He wants to comment, but resists the temptation. "I seem to be lost. Do you have any idea how I might get out of here? I should really make an appearance at the Training Centre today."
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He lifts his head to get a better look.
"I only know these walls," he says. But he used to know so much more, and he tastes bitterness on his tongue. "Darling."
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"No need to be snide about other people's mannerisms, sweetness," he hisses. "Are you a prisoner here, then? Curious that they wouldn't let an ordinary patient walk around."