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Post by aaron on Sept 18, 2009 17:31:24 GMT -5
Aaron's limp body was sprawled on the hospital bed, his beautiful face calm. He would appear to be sleeping if it weren't for the odd angles his limbs were twisted into. The steady beeps in the background measured his heart beats, and an IV bag was hooked up to his arm.
No, Aaron Star wasn't simply sleeping. He was fully unconscious.
Mercifully, no dreams haunted his slumber. Only nightmares would have come, replays of those horrible last seconds of his descent. His life, true to the cliche, did flash in front of his eyes. And the only thought that the plummeting Aaron had was that he was a giant idiot.
Seventeen years of happiness. He had given all that up. His life was good, and he had thrown it away for some girl. What an idiot. What a complete moron. He had wanted to know what love was, he had searched for it... and only when he was dying did he find out. Like some twisted, horrible Disney movie.
Was she worth it? Was she worth death?
The unconscious Aaron lay, not haunted by his dreams but by his thoughts.
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Sept 21, 2009 6:22:20 GMT -5
There were days when Chase wished he couldn't read minds.
Like today, for instance. When a faery boy who should have been a coma patient for the rest of his life was tormenting himself with ridiculous thoughts. If Chase weren't such a gentle person, he would have given in to the urge of slapping him.
He could hear Aaron's mental moans and groans from his practice office, where he was with another patient. He could hardly hear the patient's complaint of itchy tongue and nose, although he figured that was his fault for fine-tuning his mind on his critical card ward down the hall.
"I'm scared maybe I have lycanthropy," The student wailed, and Chase turned his attention back to them. He blinked and scratched his head.
"Has a lycan bitten you since the last time I saw you...?" He referred to the student's chart, "...last week?"
"Noo, not that I'm aware of. But couldn't a lycan have chewed on a tree branch or something, and if I touched that, couldn't I catch lycanthropy?"
Chase refrained from cringing. "Lycanthropy is not a cold. It has to be transferred from saliva to blood, or blood to blood. You have allergies. Here," He scratched down an allergy medication prescription for the student to get filled out at the local pharmacy. "They will instruct you on how to take it. For now I suggest staying away from the possibly infected trees, because it is likely the pollen making your face itch. Thank you, I'll probably see you again next week."
This kid was two seconds away from Munchhausen's. Nothing was worse than a paranoid patient.
A thought filtered in from down the hall. Was she worth it? Was she worth death?
Well, almost nothing.
Chase got up and told Georgia, his current secretary, that he would be down the hall, and to page him if his next patient came early. He wanted to check on Aaron, and maybe smack some sense into him telepathically.
Aaron, this is Doctor Chase Redwicke. I am your attending physician at the Academy practice. You suffered immense physical trauma, however some fae medicine has hastened the healing process. You should be in perfect health once again in a week's time. But for now you must sleep. And please, Chase added, dropping all formalities, this girl isn't worth it. She's already done this to you. Don't let her get to your head too.
Chase may love women, but he could sympathize with young men and their trifles with the fairer sex. Chase was going to give Aaron some good advise, and maybe an adult magazine before he left.
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Post by aaron on Sept 22, 2009 9:46:58 GMT -5
Aaron was starting to wish he was having nightmares instead of being forced to listen to his guilt. At least in nightmares you can run away. He couldn't even see, much less move. Where was he anyway? Was he dead? Was that why he couldn't move?
If he was dead, then where was he going? Would the Great Fate, the one who controls all, forgive his suicide. Killing oneself was an abomination of nature. Aaron vaugly wondered what the Great Fate looked like. Something impressive, most likely. A lion, with sun's rays as his mane, or even a giant faery, old and wise.
Thinking about his apparent death distracted him from the crushing guilt (and other emotions impossible to name) of his suicide and all that when he heard the voice of Fate.
Aaron
This was it. He was really dead. He would never get to see his family, or say-
This is Dr. Chase Redwicke.
... Oh.
Aaron listened, feeling more and more of a fool when he realised that he was in a hospital, not dead. It figured that he couldn't even kill himself properly. People spend thier whole lives evading death, and Aaron couldn't even get himself killed. It was oddly depressing.
The girl isn't worth it Without even meaning it Star lashed back at Redwicke, defending Skye with every emotion, every image of her he had in his head. Everything he ever felt for her was on display (barring the more...embarrasing emotions and the horrible rejection. Redwicke would have to dig for those.) She had scorned him in the worst way, but he still felt some fondness for her.
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Sept 23, 2009 11:31:20 GMT -5
Chase flinched at Aaron's automatic response. Sure the girl was pretty. Sure, she seemed nice. Hell, she could be the most perfect girl in the world, and she still wouldn't be worth this. Even if Aaron really liked her that much.
Chase's telepathy was more technical than anything. He could read and listen to surface thoughts, see surface images, and interpret them however he pleased. He couldn't really feel what other people were feeling, and could only guess based on the intensity of their thoughts. Aaron's collage of images, combined with the sound clips he could make out, were a jumble of unfocused ideas and memories. The doctor didn't feel like sorting through all that right now. Ideally he never would.
Teenage angst was something he was glad was not a part of his life anymore. Something about acquiring maturity with adulthood was a wonderful thing. Not everything was so extreme that it was the end of the world, and you could step back and think of your own situations with a hefty degree of logic.
So she's evil, Chase concluded, knowing very well that it was not the response Aaron would want to hear. He needed the boy to use his head instead of his heart, and the fastest way to do that was to exhaust all the foolishness early. He prepared himself for another onslaught of rapid-fire memoirs and trivial background noise.
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Post by aaron on Sept 23, 2009 16:45:00 GMT -5
So she's evil.
Aaron's mind violently rejected that, sending even more images, sights, sound to Redwicke. These images was Skye how Aaron saw her. She was far more beautiful in Aaron's head than in real life. There was also something slightly off about her, something that seemed odd. A thousand Telepaths and Empathic Projectors could work on Aaron for a year and not understand what that strange variation was. In fact, only a sunlight faery could possibly understand what the variation was.
[orange] Outside the office, a very angry Faery was just touching down. She had a length of honey coloured hair with one black streak running down one of her side bangs. Her clothes very modern and very colorful. Even for a Faery she was breathtakingly beautiful, and her deep blue eyes were slanted dangerously.
Bella Staar was not exactly taking no for an answer when she told the receptionist that she would see her idiot brother.[/orange]
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Sept 30, 2009 8:14:38 GMT -5
Chase would eventually admit that yes, this Skye girl was very pretty, unearthly so, but his opinion that she wasn't worth it was still as solid as it was earlier. He was about to press the issue again when he heard Georgia down the hall chase someone right into his office. He blinked, studying the severe faery girl carefully.
"Family?" He took an educated guess. If he were Aaron, he would be glad that he was unconscious. This lady looked like she meant business. Chase took an automatic step away from the incapacitated boy. Maybe if Chase failed at talking some sense into Aaron, this girl would succeed.
Er, Aaron. You have a visitor...? Chase warned. He included an image of an extremely unhappy sister.
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Post by aaron on Oct 2, 2009 18:35:27 GMT -5
When the image of his sister popped up in Aaron's head, Dr. Redwicke would get a glimpse of startled familiarity, a few seconds of happy memories in a sunlit garden and then utter terror as Aaron came to grips with the fact that his sister was probably not here to give him a get well card. The picture the kind doctor provided him confirmed his worst fears, and Aaron started to beg the good doctor to eject his sister from the building with a series of images that showed him what he wanted the doctor to do.
Aaron was still too far gone to speak with coherent thoughts, and images were all he could do right now.
[orange] Aaron's sister stood in the doorway, completely oblivious to Aaron's telepathic communication with the handsome young man hovering over him. "How perceptive of you. You would be Dr. Chase Redwicke? My mother sends her thanks for saving my dear brother from certain death." Bella's still narrowed eyes suggested that she did not share the sentiment.
"Now if you would be so kind as to step out of the way, I can finish what my brother started."
If Chase had decided to search Bella's mind, he would find that she had every intention of beating Aaron to a pulp until he could come up with a suitable explanation for why he decided that now would be a good time to experiment with gravity.[/orange]
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Nov 6, 2009 1:08:27 GMT -5
"Ah..." Chase wasn't sure what to do. Could he deny family to visit? Then Aaron's sister voiced her intentions, and Chase's decision was made.
"I'm sorry miss," He tried to sound as soothing as possible, "Aaron isn't well enough for visitors. He needs to be completely calm - he is in no condition to wake up. As soon as he is able, I will leave him in your capable hands to do as you wish. But for now, I would prefer it if you allowed me to do my job." He was sure that given a little more time, Bella would calm down enough to forgive Aaron and start worrying appropriately for his health.
He looked from Aaron, then back to the very pretty, angry lady. Or not, he sighed, truly wondering how someone could be thinking about hurting someone already in critical condition.
"I have to ask you to leave, for the time being. You can give Georgia your number and I will call you as soon as your brother's eyes open," He was taking a guess that Aaron was a sibling - he didn't want to offend her by saying 'son'. They looked similar in age, but with fairies it was next to impossible to determine one's age by appearance alone. However, when he read the two fairies' minds, he received a fraternal vibe between them. Call it a hunch, but Dr. Redwicke was usually very good at coming up with the correct answers in a troubling situation.
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Post by aaron on Nov 6, 2009 14:08:21 GMT -5
Bella's eyes grew flinty and he gave Chase a flat look. Chase obviously didn't know how Bella's world worked. In her world, she was the only person allowed to hurt her younger brother, and Aaron had stepped over that sacred line. She looked Dr. Redwicke up and down, as if trying to guess at his intelligence.
"Now, see Chase, that's where we must conflict. I have a job too, as his older sister. My job right now is to tell my little brother exactly what I think about him. If that involves waiting for him to awaken, so be it." Bella looked directly at the doctor, refusing to blink until he did. A clash of wills was always something Bella made sure she won.
Aaron grew panicky as the doctor's silence weighed on him. He needed to know if his sister left yet. Aaron hoped to any god that would listen that Bella didn't know that the fall of his was not an accident.
Even as he wished Bella would leave, he had a small hope she would stay. He hadn't seen her in so long...
He stubbornly tried to shake off his coma, willing himself to get better... but it was like trying to hold up a falling building.
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Nov 12, 2009 19:14:22 GMT -5
Chase was torn between what to do. Aaron didn't want his sister to know the situation, and he had the follow the obligation of patient-doctor confidentiality, even to the boy's family members. Even if the young man hadn't spoken up to defend the contract. It was still binding, and he couldn't share too much information with Bella.
"And I will let you talk to your brother when he is awake. But at the moment, you can see he is very much asleep, and he cannot wake up for quite some time. You can leave your contact information with Georgia, and we will call you the moment his eyes open. Until then, I'm afraid it will be a very long and uneventful wait." Chase was proud of himself for sounding so brave; truthfully, Bella frightened him as much as she did Aaron, "I'm sure you have other things to do," He hinted, hoping to give Aaron some peace to rest in. That's what he needed right now, and he was eager to report to the boy that his sister left.
But he couldn't exactly do that until she was gone.
He thought about paging Georgia in, to further push the hint that Bella leave, for the time being, but he restrained himself. He was determined, if a little scared, to calm Bella into a more reasonable mood. One that wouldn't jeopardize his patient's health.
"I understand your panic, but it will do no good here while your brother heals." His tone was much gentler.
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Post by aaron on Nov 12, 2009 22:28:18 GMT -5
Bella looked hard at Chase. He was going to be one of those. Bella normally liked strong men; they were more of a challenge to wrap around her finger. The fae considered the notion of going a bit further with him after this was all done. And after the good doctor apologised, of course.
The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.
The faeries' eyes turned warm, and a bright smile shone on her face "Of course, Dr. Chase!" Bella talked as if she was Chase's closest friends. "Doctors orders, and all that. Here!" Bella tore a prescription pad from a nearby table and wrote her number on the back of one of the papers with a nearby pen.
Without a hint of embarassment, Bella leaned foreward and neatly tucked her makeshift calling card into Chase's pocket, letting him catch a whiff of a sweet Fae perfume.
"Forgive me doctor. I am not in the habit of giving my phone number to women. Don't hesitate to call me!"
Gracefully the Faery exited the building, satasfied with her artful little performance.
Bella was far from forgetting about her brother, however. As soon as she exited the practice, Bella shrunk down to her tiny self. Almost invisible with light being urged to bend around her, she slipped back to watch her brother.
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Post by Dr. Chase Redwicke on Nov 13, 2009 0:35:17 GMT -5
Her sudden mood swing caught him off-guard. He was preparing himself to battle her for another ten minutes or so, but she just rolled over and accepted his advice? Something tasted strange, but he wasn't going to argue. Chase wasn't a confrontational guy, and arguing over the well-being of a patient was not the way he preferred to spend his afternoons.
But, because of his curiosity, he probed into Bella's mind in an attempt to understand what her logic was. When he pulled back out, he was stunned, flattered, and relieved. She didn't seem to have any malicious intent, as he'd initially feared. She was more... admiring? Bella would likely discover soon enough that Chase was a huge push-over when it came to things outside his practice. The beautiful woman would be able to manipulate him like putty in her capable hands, he was sure.
She wrote down her number and he let her stuff it into his coat pocket. His knees went weak at her scent in the close proximity, and he closed his eyes. Did all these women know his weakness? He tried to think of Georgia, but her allure paled when placed next to this flirtatious, curvaceous faery.
Then she left, and he was able to shake off the unnerving feeling that he was being played with. He sighed warily, knowing that if Bella did decide to advance on him, he wouldn't object. Hey, she wasn't a patient. Sure, a relative of a patient, but he'd never been adverse to the idea of dating those who came to him...
Oh right, he was supposed to be chatting with Aaron, giving him an update.
Aaron, your sister is gone now. She just wants what's best for you. I think you should tell her this was an accident, I have the feeling she wouldn't be too pleased if she knew the real reason behind your... fall, He didn't usually P.R. his reports but he felt that Aaron may need some advice, For now I just want you to rest. I don't know how long your body will take to heal, but at the rate it's been repairing itself, I estimate another week before you're up flying around again.
He seemed satisfied with his guess, and he awkwardly patted the unconscious boy's arm.
If you need me, just... think loudly. But try and sleep, alright? He prepared to leave, but paused in case Aaron wanted to relay any messages to him before he departed.
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Post by aaron on Nov 13, 2009 19:22:02 GMT -5
But Aaron had already fallen asleep. As soon as he heard that his sister was gone, he had reasoned that the sooner he slept, the sooner he would get better. His sleep hovered on the edge of dreams, but was unpolluted by thoughts of Skye, or his suicide attempt. Dr. Redwicke's advice was unnecessary. Aaron had already planned out through the fog of his mind to lie to his sister.
He might even be successful. First time for everything.
[orange] Bella counted the seconds, and strained to hear the Doctor's footsteps. As soon as she was sure he was gone, the faery noiselessly grew to her full size, barred and locked the door.
Her face soft, she looked sadly at her brother. She touched his cheek lightly, her fingers brushing across his cold skin.
"What am I ever going to do with you?"
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((This is pretty much all we can do now. Wanna end the thread or do a whole 'one week later' type thing? Unless Chase walks in, or sumtin))
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Feb 23, 2010 8:48:27 GMT -5
OOC: If this isn't where you wanted it, let me know. As for how far after the accident it is, I leave that to you. Aaron could still be in the care of Chase or here for Physical Therapy or something.
IC: Leo hated women drivers. No rational, no common sense, all emotion. When you see someone speeding by you, of course you don't maintain your lane and direction, no that would make sense. The best plan is to swerve and change speeds rapidly so your vehicle becomes something akin to a spinner on a gameshow prize wheel. So here he was, in a doctor's office getting a sprained ankle treated. He was lucky that was all it was, but that was the story of his life. He seemed to have a charmed life like that, knifes glancing cuts when they should have stabbed clean, accidents that he miraculously avoided injury in, he was just born lucky. Of course that only served to make him more reckless.
That was neither here nor there though, as he walked about the practice without his prescribed crutch. Leo was being followed by the nurse every couple of minutes.
"Sir! You will use your crutch while you are here! You don't want to aggravate your injury!"
Leo just shot back. "I told you, I'm fine! It's just a scratch."
As he turned his head, he happened to take notice of someone. He recognized them, but couldn't recall from where.
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Post by aaron on Feb 23, 2010 20:30:07 GMT -5
Aaron lay awake in his hospital bed that had become his home. How long had he been in here? How long had he been healing his bones... if his bones were all that were broken? How long since he'd seen her...
The doctor would get mad. The doctor wouldn't tolerate him thinking of her... Her. What exactly made her fit to die for? Aaron couldn't even remember. He remembered that he loved her... that he still might. But why... Why was a different story. Who knows why anyone falls in love? Was there a set formula involved? Did you get one shot at it.
He tried to push her out of his mind, but still she stayed, looming. Taunting him, poking at his unrequited love.
And then there was El.
Ella was the most bizarre mixture of emotions. Ella was a force to be reckoned with. One minute she was hugging him fiercly, the next minute Dr. Chase had to restrain her from beating the crap out of him. She reminded him exactly what he was throwing away, how stupid he was, how he scared her and his mother.
Aaron was a fool, but he wasn't dumb enough to tell her that he had attempted suicide.
Aaron seemed to have made almost a full recovery. At least, he was allowed to walk around (But never out of) his room. All sharp things had been removed, and the window was locked tightly, but he could stretch his legs.
Aaron swung his legs over his bed. Why couldn't he walk around in the hallway? What were they going to do, tackle him? He strode bravely out of his room, but froze when he heard the nurse.
"Sir! You will use your crutch while you are here! You don't want to aggravate your injury!"
Aaron turned around at the nurses' shrill voice, but immediately noticed that he was not the object of her reprimand. It was that guy... the guy who was pretty much a legend around the school since the incident.
"Hey! You're that guy who almost destroyed the auditorium! Lee, isn't it?"
Aaron was kind of desperate for human contact now. Not even she bothered to visit.
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