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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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He lifted the camera in one hand, gestured at Aunamee with it. "You don't mind, do you? I like to chronicle these special moments when I can, little hobby of mine."
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It would make sense, he thought, but the frightening part was that he didn't know. It was frightening enough that he twitched, just slightly, the muscles in his hand tensing under the blankets.
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