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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:10 pm
Hospitals.
Yvette had a good run where she hadn't been to one in a bit over a year.
Yet, her luck seemed to keep dragging her there. The girl didn't have much she could do while stuck in the bed. She could look up to the television that was running in the background, but what good would that do? Yvette couldn't ever keep up with the stories in the majority of the shows they played.
So instead she stared out the window.
It had happened so many times now that the girl knew she was no longer imagining things. Yet every time now, when she was honest about the situations, she was told that it was all in her imagination. An illusion or a trick her mind was playing on her. The doctor had told her this time that it was a stress-induced dream.
"...but I know what I saw..." she squeaked to herself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:12 pm
It had been 11:01 pm when Topher had been told that Yvette was hospitalized. He’d received it while switching between a handful of Doritos and his rapidly warming glass of root beer. Even over the yelling of his roommates, he could discern the soft voice of Yvette’s mother. Whatever he’d been doing was completely irrelevant as he dashed fro his car almost inhumanly quickly. It was a 2 hour drive back to Destiny City from his crappy little beachfront bungalow but he was determined to get there as quickly as possible. Even if the half broken down van could barely maintain a constant speed and the flames his roommates had drunkenly painted on it surely did not make it go faster contrary to popular belief.
The ocean flew past and melted into mountains, then pastures and finally a long stretch of what might as well have been desert before he could even see the city. It had been so long since he’d been there that he missed the hospital nearly a dozen times before finding the parking structure.
The front desk seemed to be put off by the half dressed boy in flip flops frantically trying to pull a dark blue sweater over his head while asking for a patient’s room number. The patients in the wheelchair he nearly tripped over were even more so put off as he made his way towards Yvette’s room. Visiting hours may have been over but it wasn’t too hard to convince them that the dark blue haired boy was somehow related to the dark purple haired girl. It almost felt too easy. Like, romantic comedy movie genre easy.
It was 1:32 am when he finally found the room, gasping as he grasped the door way with both arms. He barely cared that the few doctors and nurses still milling around were starting to crowd like he was some action movie hero that had ripped the IV out of his arm to find his way out.
Whatever he was trying to say was lost in quick huffs of breath as he stumbled towards her bed. “Yvette...Mom…phone call…hospital…you…okay?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:13 pm
It was late at night. Yvette was familiar enough with hospitals to know what they sounded like at night. There were less guests and less buzz in the hallways, unless there was some sort of emergency, which then usually made everything grow exponentially louder.
However, the sounds in the hallway did not sound like the sound of someone being rushed in from an ambulance.
It honestly didn't sound like anything she had ever heard in a hospital.
And when the door burst open, Yvette's eyes were instantly upon the figure as he entered.
Her eyes shot open wide and her cheeks flushed as she recognized the fellow.
"B-b-bo?!"
How had he even figured out she was here?! How had he even gotten here so quickly after she was admitted?! A million questions seemed to spiral through her mind as the boy approached in a haphazard manner. Some of his sputtering managed to give her a vague idea of what had happened, but it didn't make any of this less surprising.
"...I-i'm sorry..."
It was just a default reaction to this sort of situation.
"...I... I think... I think I'm fine... I... I... I just don't even know anymore..." Despite her own whimpering, she managed to keep a fragile smile upon her face.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:14 pm
The bundle of nurses, and the solitary doctor that had been discretely hand waved over, finally went about their way when they realized Topher wasn’t in distress. Or at least not in any physical distress. He staggered the few steps towards the bed, obviously still trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t…say sorry…not…your…fault.” Topher finally plopped down in a crumble heap at the chair by her bed, leaning his head back to stare up at the ceiling. Whether he was just that tired of just didn't want to face her was anybody’s guess. It was a mildly awkward silence between them for the minute or so. He’d been gone for so long without even so much as a visit. There had been long phone conversations here and there but nothing that was earthshakingly substantial. Topher almost expected a completely different person to be laying in that bed. Maybe her hair would be dyed? Maybe his brain distorted her proportions? Maybe she grew another inch or two. Unlikely for a 23 year old woman but the human body worked in mysterious ways.
It was the same old Yvette. Same hair color. Same height. It was almost shocking to see her look so similar. Topher took a deep breath, party to fill his lungs and partly to clear his head before speaking. “You’ve been fine so far. What makes this any different?” From anyone else, the words probably would have sounded stern and accusatory. From Topher, it was complete sincere.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:15 pm
Her hand trembled as it moved up to about where her heart was. Topher's question had been so simple. So dreadfully simple. Even if she had a vague sense of what had happened, there was still a fog looming about in her memories, making it difficult to truly place what had happened at certain points.
Her fingers curled a bit as her eyes fell towards her own lap.
"The... th-the..." Her voice cut short for a moment.
She had talked to Topher about this before, but considering all the chastising she had received about the whole ordeal being called a stress-induced dream, she couldn't help but feel a bit wary and self-conscious.
"...the m-monsters... th-they are in the city... I... I know they are. Iknowitsoundsdumbandchildish... but I have seen them!"
Her legs curled up as she attempted to put her face into her knees, almost making herself into a hedgehog-spike-ball, minus the spikes.
"...everyone tells me I am imagining things... th-that I don't know what I am talking about! They... they've hurt me... they've hurt Daddy...but everyone tells us they are hallucinations!"
Her little body trembled in the bed as tears started to roll thickly into her blanket covered knees.
"I could have died tonight... and it would have been blamed on stress?!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:16 pm
He wanted nothing more than to tell her that the monsters were real. That she wasn’t hallucinating. He wanted to say that he’d seen them too but there was no way to do it without giving himself away. The only thing stopping him from blurting it out was a very strong grip on the arms of the chair. Listening to Yvette break down in front of him was tearing him apart on the inside. He knew this would happen. He knew this would happen and he couldn't do anything.
There were so many times where he could have died and it would have been decided that it was by his own stupidity, or worse, self-inflicted. It only took one misstep to send you careening off the tallest building in the city. The blue haired man took another deep breath, finally relaxing his grip one of the arms of the chair to rest a hand on the bed railing. What could he say? She was right. Seeing monsters was dumb and childish…at least to people that weren’t like him.
“If you say there’s monsters then there’ monsters. I believe you. I just don’t want them to hurt you.” Yvette needed support. If there was anything he could do, he could at least do that.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:17 pm
The girl's eyes shyly peeked out from blanket-covered knees, cheeks flushed and streaked in tears.
He believed her? Perhaps it was pity talk, or perhaps he was mocking her situation. Yvette was prone to doubt when it came down to it. Yet, for some reason, she didn't doubt Topher's statement.
She believed him as much as he believed her.
"I... I don't know if they have or haven't hurt me yet..."
With reddened eyes, she straightened herself up so she was sitting more like an adult in a hospital bed and not like a hedgehog. Her hand lifted up to the center of her chest.
"I... I think they took something from me... I... I don't remember it so good..."
Her eyes drifted down to her hand.
"...I just remember pain... and screaming... after that... it was a bit of a daze for me..."
Closing her eyes, she added sadly "...it's no wonder they would think it is just stress, if I can't even remember this stuff clearly..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:17 pm
Topher’s eyes snapped up at the mentioned of something being taken from her. There was only one thing that those monsters ever wanted. Starseeds. It seemed like someone had tried to take her starseed obviously without success. Someone else must have been there to defend her. Someone that wasn’t him. He couldn't decide whether he was happy or angry about that fact. He also couldn't decide what his indecision meant.
Moving had been a way to get away from Destiny City. Not just that but a way to get away from Taurus. It just didn’t feel right anymore. Not with everything that happened. Still, he hadn't expected anyone to get hurt because of his decision especially someone he cared about. It wasn’t necessarily his fault but it sure felt like it. Topher glanced down at floor tiles, not wanting her to see as his eyes narrowed in both anger and frustration. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry he wasn’t there or that he should have helped her. His grip tightened on the steel bar, other hand running through his hair as he tried to gain his composure.
Just tell her something. Anything.
“It’s okay you don't remember.” Topher cleared his throat when he realized the rough quality of his tone, trying his best to make it seem like he was under the effects of being out of breath. For better or for worse, he looked up at her with the most cheerful smile he could possibly muster. “it was traumatic. The fact that you remember anything at all is a good thing.” He leaned forward to rest his head on his hand s as he crossed them over the bar. It was an uncomfortable position but tolerable. “What have you been so stressed about anyway? Anything I can help with?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:18 pm
The girl rubbed at her eyes, trying to clear up her vision of the blurriness her tears had caused. Any hints of anger Topher might have shown went unnoticed as Yvette attempted to regain her own composure.
"...it's going to sound silly..." she sniffled before she scooted over closer to the edge where the boy was sitting.
"...but I was actually going to call you when I got home from work... itwasjustabaddayatwork..." Her eyes fell as her cheeks grew rosier. Her lap suddenly was the center of her attention.
"...I mean... I have just been doing this for so long now... and... it just makes you wonder... if this is what you will be doing for the rest of your life... or if you are a bit better than... you know..."
There was a pause before she shyly looked up to the boy's blue eyes.
"...you are better than an underwear salesgirl..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:19 pm
“It's not all that silly. A bad day is a bad day.” It was partially true. Everyone had bad days. Whatever made them bad depended on whether or not it was silly. Even then, silly things could be just as bad as not-so-silly things to even the most prepared of people.
He was well aware of Yvette’s job. She’d been working there for so long he barely remembered when she started. It had been a temporary thing at first. Only there to get a bit more money for the family but temporary turned out to be fairly permanent at that point. “You're doing better than I am. I don't even have a job…” The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded. He really didn't have a job. He never had one actually or at least one that paid and didn't involve him running around looking like a matador. Could that even be considered a job? The Coral’s weren’t rich by any means and Lucas’ funds only did so much. Even his own bit of money came from the rented Victorian back in Destiny city more so than anything. They lived comfortably. That was a good word for it. Comfortably. Having two semi-popular musicians as parents really wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. At least he had good music…
Still, he went back to his goal of making Yvette feel better. “You are better than an underwear salesgirl. You just have to get out and find another job. It’s not glorious but you aren't the first person that needed to work their way up from the bottom.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:19 pm
"...it's nice hearing someone else say it..." her voice practically sighed in relief as Topher basically parroted what she had said. It might have been simple, but it was exactly what she needed.
Her eyes once more dipped back down to her lap, towards her fingers as they twitched there at the edge of the hospital bed she sat on.
"...I know it sounds bad... b-but... I am kind of glad I am here now..."
Her eyes once more found their way to Topher's as her cheeks warmed as a smile found a way to her face once more.
"...because now you are here too... I forgot what it was like to see you in person, Bo."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:20 pm
It had been awhile since he’d needed to comfort anyone. His roommates were too chill to require constant maintenance and he normally kept to himself when he wasn’t playing pool. Even being a bit rusty with his human skills, Topher was glad that he could still make her happy. At least as happy as she could be in a hospital bed.
Topher chuckled as he leant more over the bed, clasping her hand in his. “I can't say that I’m happy that you’re here but I’m happy that I could be here for you.” He cleared his throat and glanced towards the door, remember the scene he’d made in the lobby. “Now whether or not they let me back in is the question…” Flying through a hospital at top speed probably wasn’t the best thing to do in a hospital but no one had come to throw him out so he might have been in the clear.
“I’m sorry I moved. I just…thought it would be better.” He squeezed her hand as his gaze dropped to the bed sheets. Better for him but better for everyone else? He still didn't know.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:21 pm
Her hand had something touching it, wrapping it up in a warm sensation. It felt nice. Her fingers curled up in Topher's hand, clinging to his fingers with her own.
"...y-you probably said it better than me..." she confessed with a hint of blush coloring her cheeks again. "...I mean, I wish it was different circumstances... I mean... Idon'tlikehavingtocometothehospitalsooften... I had a good run there... about a year... but... I am happy you are here with me!"
Topher looked to the entrance, which caused the girl to do the same. She giggled lightly. "...you did cause quite a commotion out there... but I don't think you need to worry too much. I am just here for observation now, since they can't find anything wrong with me. Probably just one more day, and then I will be sent home. You know... keep the beds open for real emergencies!"
The girl's second hand drifted forward until it was on top of the boy's first hand already curled around her hand. Offering as supportive a smile as she could, even if he wasn't looking at her at that moment.
"You don't need to apologize... you were just doing what you needed to do. Destiny City is a crazy place anyways... so it probably is better!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:22 pm
He obviously couldn’t tell her about how he could have stopped it from being such a terrible place. It wasn’t like he was a policeman or anything. It still didn’t stop him from feeling bad about letting the city fall apart.
“I’m glad you’ll be going back home. You shouldn't be stuck in a boring place like this. Especially when I have to drive 2 hours to see you.” To be honest, Topher probably would have driven for 2 years to see her if it was necessary. He hadn't been sure if it had been an emergency when he jumped in his van…which he realized was still double parked in the urgent care section. If he didn't want it to get towed, he’d probably need to move it to visitors or leave. But leave where? It didn't occur to him that he had no place to stay. Would a hotel lobby even be open at that hour?
“Maybe I should move back. I can see you and make sure I have a place to stay…because I don’t” Topher chuckled weakly as he tried to figure out his options. “You don’t think they’d let me sleep here do you? I don't really have anywhere else to go…”
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:22 pm
The girl giggled a bit. "I would normally be asleep right now, so boring isn't all that bad!"
She would have giggled even more if it weren't for something Topher said.
"...you'd... you'd come back?" Maybe she did need to stay in the hospital after all. Maybe she was hearing things wrong. Perhaps her heart was making it so she heard Topher saying the things she wanted to hear.
For a moment, it felt as if she couldn't breathe. What she had heard wasn't real. It couldn't be. Both of her hands curled up against his hand, uncertain of what was going on, but still reveling in the comfort of the boy's touch.
Once her mind seemed to clear slightly, she attempted to piece together a solution for Topher's dilemma. "...I... I don't... I don't know... Imean...you could stay at my place... Iamnottheretonight... Mommy might let you crash on the couch..."
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