Medical Day, Oh Hey!

[KREET YRIO]

She was... dreaming again?
She didn't recall falling back asleep.. Perhaps she had never woken up? Perhaps she was still atop her washer, nodded of with her book opened on her lap. Perhaps that was so, but there was something... odd going on here. Namely, the fact she was currently narrating inside of her head. She was anything but a lucid dreamer, her visions generally taking their own path, and weaving a story she had no control over. Yet, now, here she was, aware she was unconsious, and capable of conversing within her own mind, but that was never an option for her. So what... what was going on? Why did she feel so craptastic? Why did her left arm feel like a block of ice? Why was her head throbbing? Why was she feeling pain at all when she was sleeping? What was beeping?

If she could just stop the spinning in her head, she could figure out what was going on here. Maybe she'd been asleep for a while, and dreamed the entirety of that town she'd signed up for. It /was/ quite the weird set up to say the least. So... maybe that meant it was all a weird dream. If that were so, the combination of head pain/arm chill/beeping/sterilized smell meant she was in the hospital. If she were in the hospital with a pain in her head, that probably meant someone had jumped her. If someone had jumped her and she was alive... well that meant she was lucky and perhaps the cops had broken up whatever scuffle it had been. If cops broke it up, and someone was shot, and it had been a separate gang intruding into their territory...

Thinking was making her head pound harder, but she also felt as if she were regaining functioning of her body. She first discovered her feet, and they twitched a few times, before in the swimming darkness behind her eye lids she felt her brain reach out to the rest of her body. An arm, a hand, a neck, a torso, and eventually- her head. With her head came the functioning of her eyes, eyes that shot open the moment they could and looked quickly around herself. The light in the place hurt like hell, and the motion of her eyes made her sick to her stomach. Groaning she closed them again quickly, her two newly regained hands raising to press gently against her for-head. This was the pits, whoever it was that'd wacked her one was gonna pay big time.

Suddenly, she froze. Her ears were finally clearing up enough to hear sounds other than that obnoxious 'beep, beep, beep' of the heart monitor. There was someone in the room other than herself. She had heard something, and she knew it. With her mind filled of thoughts of whoever it was that had hit her coming back to finish her off, she instantly swung blindly at the presence with her left arm. Two things happened at this action, one was the sound of someone other than herself in pain (she assumed she had made contact with the person, or they had injured themselves dodging), and the second was that a searing pain went through her left arm as the IV was ungracefully removed. Adding a wimper (and a few well chosen words) of her own to the other persons pain, she grasped her arm where the new injury was.

She didn't think the thing was bleeding, but it sure did hurt like a bitch. Biting her tongue, hard, she managed to stop her wimpering about the arm-pain as well as endure another attempt at opening her eyes. This time was met with more success than the last, and she found herself capable of looking over towards the figure in the room. Slowly, as her vision focused, she came of the realization that this was no burly thug out to end her, but was infact that hipster that had been talking to her at the Laundry place. Blinking rapidly, she felt her brain sluggishly piece together what was going on through pain and concussion. So... the weird town wasn't a dream: she was actually there. In that case, that meant that the guy she had slugged was her new housemate. Opening her mouth, she tried to think of something to say, but before she could, a door slammed open and a nurse came flying in. "What the hell is going on in here?"

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[BOSTON THOMAS SULLIVAN]

Boston watched the girl as she laid there on the bed. He was at the foot of her bed, looking at her dead on. This girl better be thankful. I just literally spent ten minutes trudging my way over here... he thought to himself. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to get rid of his head-ache. With the weather so chilly out, his ears were hurting like crazy and the smell of the hospital certainly didn't help. Never in his life did he ever like the hospital... he's had one too many bad experiences here as a kid. Most of the time he would have to get something removed that he managed to wedge his hand in... and it lead to really awkward moments.

Regardless, he tried to stay sane for the sake of this girl. The doctor had told him that she should be fine, and would be waking up any moment now. Doesn't look like it... the girl looked pretty much dead. The only thing that reassured him she wasn't was the beeping from the machine.

Looking up at the machine, it did look curious. Boston decided to go observe it and see what it had in stored for him. He squinted his eyes and cocked his head forward to get a better look at the machine. Boston then stepped over a stool at the side of her bed and tried to sit on it to face the machine. This action had lead the chair to scrape against the floor... which was a mistake.

Suddenly, an arm came flying through the air and hit him straight in the nose. Boston grunted loudly. Soon, he felt the cold feeling of liquid coming out of his nose. "Jesus!" he shouted. It hurt like a bitch and it probably was getting all over his clothes. Standing up, he leaned forward and pinched his nose to make sure the blood didn't drip unto him. Looking at the girl, she looked perplexed and a little bit angry.

She was in the midst of saying something, when the door flung open and a nurse marched in. "What the hell is going on in here?" she had said. Boston glanced at the girl again, but he guessed that she was in no condition to talk. So before she could answer, he talked to the nurse in a very nasally voice: "Uhm... she just woke up. And I need a tissue."

The nurse sighed and made her way over to Boston. She was woman of pear shape and in her mid 40's. "Let me see that." she insisted as Boston tilted his head back and removed his hands. "Oh Jeez. You almost broke it, Missy." she said, giving the girl a smile. "Ah well, I don't think I need to set it tho. You should be fine." She gave Boston a pat on the back and a tissue from her pocket.

"And you should be fine too, miss. We were just waiting for you to wake up. I'll tell the doctor." And with that, she left the room to go inform a doctor. Boston guessed it was so they can make sure she can be discharged. The two were left alone in the room, so Boston sat on the stool beside her and clenched his nose with the tissue.

"What did you do that for?" he said, with a pout on his face. It probably was hard to take him seriously with a tissue up against his face and his nasally voice.