Lost

[John]

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John's day had gone down the shitter, when his fight with a boy at school had ended with him with a good amount of injurries. He had to get his chect looked at, some stitches in his arms from pipes. His head needed wrapping from a slight concusion, but thats it, he just needed to be treated for slight internal bleeding, but the odd thing is he hasn't woke up yet. He had been unconciouse for the whole day, and hasn't even shown signs of waking up.

doctors say it was just because he was tired and would most likely wake up tomorrow, or in the night. Thye couldn't find his family, nor any relatives, so they figured he lived alone, or was an orphan. So they decided to talk to the orphanage, nothing was found. He was an oddity, a lost soul, a homeless child, and injurred like this, would most likely not be able to pay the hospital bill. Poor kid, he would fall into debt at such a young age.

[Bastion R. Williams]

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Bastion walked through the hospital... why? Well, he was a biology teacher, and as such did like to keep up on things. Plus, he was in the medical field at one time, so he would try to help out when needed. In fact, he was actually a volunteer for the night, helping out where needed.

As he passed one room, he looked in to see a young boy, rather beat up, sitting alone in one room. When he looked at the boy's chart, he noticed the boy was unconscious, and was most likely in a coma. Looking further, he noticed the young boy also had no family that was able to be contacted. So Bastion decided to do a part of his job... comfort.

Bastion walked into the room and sat down next to bed, looking the boy over for a few minutes. After he got an idea of the boy's injuries, he shook his head a bit.

"Dear lad, how awfully dreary a situation you're in. I swear, the injured keep getting younger and younger. I just wish you could talk to me to tell me how all this happened..."

Bastion knew that the boy couldn't hear him, but he also knew that by talking to boy, his unconscious mind might be helped a bit.

"So... you want anything? A cup of tea, some ice cream, company perhaps?"

[John]

A mind swirling in the infinite space that is the imagination, putting back together the fight he had, with two different people in the same day. First against the pillar Aureus, a fight that would of put him in the hospital anyways, but hiding his injurries he continued wiht his day, and ran across the gang leader Travis. Both fights left him in the condition he was in now. But as the fights filled his thoughts with each and every passing second as if another person was watching, seeing from the eyes of another. He heard a voice. It was not a voice coming from the place in which his conciouseness was hiding, but where his body lay. He was drug from the fights he was in and thrown to his body. Listening to what was said. A twitch of amuscle on his forehead.

An arm had pulsed and the fist of that right arm clenched. A strength of will that had got him through his life so far, memories of his friends back home, his teachings, and the way he was brought up. A certain memory caught him off gaurd. It was a voice he knew all too well, and had left to forget. The voice of his apponent in that last training match, the one he had killed apon accident. The strike landing apon the nack instead of the face, a kick, breaking the neck of his apponent. His eyes opened, but they where rolled to the back of his head. A fighting spirit was not something easilly killed, he blinked twice and he was back to normel feeling the voice of his apponent gone, but as the light hit his eyes, a face flashed before him, tan skin, long black hair, perfectly green eyes.

It was a face of a female, no older than himself, it was the face of his sister, the face that was forever burned into his mind came next into his mind. The man who had raped her, an angry look came from his red eyes, as he tried to rise, but then became light headed and stopped slowly returning to the pillow. At that time he noted the teacher sitting there. Could his voice of been the one he heard while he was out, that brought him back. did something he said catch his attention? Maybe he asked a question of the boy, or made a wish. Whatecer it was he was awake now, so he mite as well say what it was he wanted to say. Or ask what was needed to be asked.

[max]

"Done your shift?"

"Just about."

" 'kay, have a good night. I'm heading out now."

"Alright," Max waved farewell to one of the nurses she worked with, a young lady in about her early-twenties wearing a long brown coat over her nurse uniform, just one of the people Max was associated with at the hospital. Watching the black hair of the girl dissappear behind the automatic closing doors, Max turned back around and walked toward the counter. Leaning over, she tapped a switch which made the lighting over the small area settle into the darkness. There were a few lights on in the other halls and some people were working the night-shift, Max was done about forty-five minutes ago and could've gone home to watch TV until waaay off into the night and wake up late for school but decided to stay a bit longer to help out with the Hospital's needs since there weren't too many staff anyways.

Taking a small hand towel from the counter, Max tucked it under her dress's belt and took a stroll through the left hall. A few patient's doors were left open, lights left on, the girl made haste to turn them all off and shut the doors. Thankfully none of the patients were awake, passing through another door she took a left turn to close it when she heard talking coming from the one at the opposite wall. Going over she looked through the little glass in the door and saw the occupant of the room sitting up on his bed,

"Just my luck."

She muttered to herself, pushing the door open and walking in, just that moment she saw someone sitting in a chair next to the patient's bed. An older man, a doctor Max assumed.

"Ah, sorry sir, I didn't know anyone was in here. Are you tending to the patient at the moment?"

[Bastion R. Williams]

Bastion was relieved as he saw the young man sit up, beginning to come out of his sleep, or coma, or whatever it had been... He was about to ask his question again, until a young lady asked a question first.

"Ah, sorry sir, I didn't know anyone was in here. Are you tending to the patient at the moment?"

Bastion looked up at the lady who had posed the question, and cocked his head to the side. It was odd, it had been a while since he had been in the medical field, and even longer since he had been ca- ...confused for a doctor. He sighed and let his head drop slightly as he rose.

"No nurse, I'm not a doctah here. I am merely a voluntee, and I noticed this young man in 'ere alone. Normally I see family or friends in here, but this man had no'one, so I decided to sit with him. Is that okay, or should I leave?"

He didn't want to disturb the young lady from her job, and he definitely didn't want to overstep his boundaries. But he also always seemed to have a soft spot for those that needed help... Call it a fault, bastion would call his one saving grace.