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Post by Bear Keeni on Jul 5, 2011 19:42:36 GMT -5
All I remember was getting into an argument with Zeus, then everything went black. Then there was a lot of pain. They say that you can't feel pain when you're out cold, but that's a lie. I felt a good deal of paint. Or maybe I was only halfway conscious... no idea, though. But I did feel pain. Maybe I was dead, I don't know.
When I came to, it was so bright. So incredibly bright that it scared me, in all honesty. I wanted to look around and see where the hell I was, but my eyes were instinctively squinting so I couldn't see very much. I tried to raise my left hand so I could rub my eyes, but as soon as I did, there was this terribly pain on my arm that felt like my skin was ripping, so I quickly set it back down, swearing up and down with every curse I knew. What the hell happened? Blinking and gritting my teeth against the pain, I was finally able to look around and quickly recognized the horribly bright room as a hospital room. Ah, so no wonder I was in pain. I bet you those nurses poked me and prodded me with just about every needle they have in stock. I looked down at my arm and sure enough, it was bandaged. "Great..." I muttered, raising my good right hand and rubbing my face, only to find more bandages on the left side of my face. "What the fucking hell...?" When I pulled my hand away from my face, I saw an IV needle sticking into my hand and all I wanted to do was just yank the damn thing right out, but my left arm hurt too bad to move it at all. I thrust my head back onto the disinfectant-smelling pillows with a huff, realizing that I was going to be stuck here for a while and I don't even know what happened to me. Great, just fucking great.
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on Jul 9, 2011 18:50:34 GMT -5
I W I L L B E H E R E
--BY YOUR SIDE [/center][/font][/color] Okay, yes, I was usually the good girl. I was the one who followed the rules and was always first to raise her hand to answer a question in class. However, hospitals had such ridiculous rules. No pets allowed? What if someone's dog or hamster was a good companion and made the patient better? I looked down at Mittens who 'meowed' at me. "Shh...you gotta be quiet sweetie. You're not supposed to be here." She meowed at me once more before making herself cozy at the bottom of my canvas bag. In my hand, I carried a plate with chicken pot pie wrapped in tin foil. Okay, maybe that was an obvious broken rule, but honestly, I didn't care. They were probably feeding Bear total crap food if they were feeding him at all.
I walked into the room that the nurse at the front desk told me was Bear's. When I found out he was struck by lightning, I about had a heart attack. Most people don't even survive lightning strikes and if they do they had all sorts of side effects. Okay, maybe looking up lightning strikes online probably wasn't a good thing for my nerves. I knocked on the door even though it was open and found Bear laying in the bed. He was in one of those white patient gowns and needles and wires were sticking out of his body. "Bear...are you awake?" I walked into the room more and pulled out a chair so I could sit.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jul 9, 2011 20:57:12 GMT -5
I really hated this IV. The idea of having a needle inside my vein so that some liquid could keep getting pumped into me. I raised the hand with the needle sticking in it, examining it. It was taped down, but I was sure that if I could just get my teeth on it, I could tear it from my arm. Putting the back of my hand to my mouth, I put my teeth on the IV tu--
"Bear, are you awake?"
For fear of being caught, I quickly yanked my hand away from my face, only to have a tooth snag on the tube and send a terrible pain up through my fingers and forearm. Curse words flew from my mouth like water from a spring. I instinctively thrust my left hand up, but of course it was bandaged and must've torn skin off or something because I made a sound that was a mix between a snarl and a yelp, lowering my left hand back down and just shaking my right hand to ease the pain. However, that still didn't solve the mystery of who was in my room.
When I looked up from my hand, it was probably the best sight I could ever be presented with: Becca. I forgot about the pain that had been in my hand and a smile drew across my face, as much as it hurt since half of it was taped up, or something. "Becca, since when've you been here?" I asked, wondering if she'd seen any of my IV stunt.
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on Jul 12, 2011 14:30:57 GMT -5
I W I L L B E H E R E
--BY YOUR SIDE [/center][/font][/color] I sat down on the with a little smirk on my face now that I knew he was okay. At first I was a little freaked out when he yelled out in pain and I was about to drop everything to go running to him, but he settled. The only time I was ever in the hospital was when I was born and when I went to make sure I wasn't pregnant. Turned out I was. However, I was a frequent visitor. Many of the nurses and doctors knew me by name, especially in the oncology department. When my brother would relapse, I would spend days, even weeks at the hospital. It was like my second house that I never wanted to go to. I had seen Jackson freak out plenty of times when he woke up from chemo. One's instant reaction to needles in your skin is to rip them out. I placed the bag with Mittens on his bed. Bear was just going to have to deal with the needles for now. Whatever he needed to make him better.
"I saw enough. How are you feeling?" I smiled sweetly at him. I wanted Bear to know that I was here for him and that I loved him. "Oh, so I brought you some things!" I pulled back the tin foil to show the still warm chicken pot pie. "I know they feed you crap food here so I thought I would bring one of your favorites." I knew pot pie really wasn't his favorite food, but I really wasn't willing to feed his obsession with er...human meat. "Also, I brought your favorite animal. She definitely missed you. I went into your dorm and she was meowing like crazy! I couldn't just leave here there. I had to bring her here to see her daddy." I giggled slightly before reaching into my bag and gathering Mittens into my arms. Her whole face seemed to brighten and her meows were no longer full of annoyance. "She seems happy to see you!"
Note: aww bad post !
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jul 13, 2011 21:05:16 GMT -5
She saw enough. She knew of my little stunt with the IV tubes, and I felt bad even though she was smiling at me. I felt kinda like a scolded puppy, having disappointed my most favorite person in the world. I was used to being an ass to people I don't like, but I didn't want to be that around Becca. I didn't want to be the guy that pulled the stupidest stunts in the world like I normally do. I usually pick and provoke fights; I try to bite chunks out of people during them so I could eat it; I back-sassed the god of all the Greek gods and goddesses; and here I am, trying to tear out an IV tube that could very well be the only thing keeping me alive.
"Like shit." I answered, looking back up at her. "My arm feels like it's been mauled by three tigers and a rabid squirrel and half my face is mummified." Okay, so maybe I over-exaggerated a little bit, but I did feel bad. All that went away though as soon as she pulled out a covered plate with some chicken pot pie, my second favorite-est food in the world. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, so maybe I'd been out for a really long time. But all of that also went on hold when Becca pulled out a little black and white fluff ball. I tried to resist the urge to scream -- of all the things I could've done -- and reached out and gently took Mittens with my right hand -- the one that hadn't been mauled by three tigers and a rabid squirrel -- and set Mittens in my lap, petting her and petting her and petting her.
But then a thought struck me: I remembered what Zeus had said just a few moments before I blacked out. Becca would have a painful labor with our kid. By now she was obviously pregnant, so the reality of it all was hitting me like a brick in the face. "Becca...." I began quietly, unsure how to really word this. I kept my voice down for fear of anyone overhearing. "Before I blacked out from whatever it was, I was with Zeus. He was telling me about my punishment for having told people about the gods, but it had nothing to do with me. Only you." I could barely manage to look directly at her; I felt ashamed, really, that I couldn't get anymore of the punishment pinned on me instead of her. "The bastard said that you were going to have a painful labor and the kid may not survive. That part's up to the fates. Of course I fought back and said that nothing should happen to you since I'm the one that got you into this whole shit hole, but he wouldn't give and then everything went black. I'm sorry I couldn't do any better than what I did, Rebecca." I looked back up at her with a very apologetic look, sincere about how sorry I was that I couldn't have done better.
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