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Post by Eurydice Sudeki on Feb 23, 2008 6:05:37 GMT -8
It had been four long months since it had happened. And still the beauty slept soundly. The doctors had very little faith that she would ever come out of it. Though the scars and wounds she suffered went away, she still hadn't shown much progress in possibly pulling out of the coma. Time seemed to just slip on by, the world around her changing - and she in a deep slumber. It was supposed to be a joyous occassion that day. It was supposed to be the moment of her life - the beginning of a new life for her. For her and Leon. Their wedding day, it was suppose to be. The day in which they were to share their lives together, legally of course. But she couldn't shake the bad feeling she had that day. No matter how much Kilik and Angel assured her that nothing would go wrong, she just couldn't shake it. And sure enough something had gone, Kilik had came and informed Angel about a very important friend of ours life was being threatened. Kilik had the feeling that Eurydice's brother might be behind it, which is why he didn't want her to go - though he never said that he felt it was. She protested that she wanted to go, for the man was like a father to her. But they left her behind, at least that's what they thought. Her mind had raced with thoughts about staying or going. But she was too scared that they wouldn't return, that she left a note for Leon and left. Which might've been the biggest mistake that she had made. The battle had already started at the man's mansion, the place already starting to be engulfed with flames. Eury rushed in without a thought, entering the battle. She had got into a fierce battle with her older brother, but it didn't last too long for the house was going to crumble upon them. She began running towards the door, following Leon who had shown up with a few others - but she heard a small cry. The man's young daughter was still inside and Eury just couldn't leave her. Pushing her love out the door before a piece of the ceiling fell on him, she ran back grabbing the girl and jumped out one of the back windows. Though she was already badly wounded, the fall on the pavement was the thing that placed her in this coma. It was a devasting day, that should been joyous and up lifting. Once arriving to the hospital where they immediately began taking care of her. Kilik and Leon had an exchange of words. For Kilik was so upset that he blamed Leon at first, but then eventually broke down himself - and began blaming himself for what happened. Once out of surgery and placed in a room, the bad news just kept rolling in. The doctor had informed Leon that the child was lost. But the doctor wasn't speaking of the little girl Eury had saved. Eury was pregnant and hadn't even known it herself, but due to the violent battle she no longer carried that child. The doctor also stated that he wasn't sure about when she will recover, but he didn't see it coming anytime soon. But the worst part of it was, that she might not retain all of her memories due to the massive blow to her head. The incident found it's way into the news, word spreading about something that had happened, the death of that family, Eury's hospitalization- but not the details. All of this occured four months ago, since then she has been sound asleep with her dreams to give her comfort. Though many came to visit the sleeping beauty. Leaving her cards and gifts. But noone was able to wake her, not even her love. All seemed hopeless till now. Eyes slowly began opening, light finally entering her vision for the first time in awhile. Her eyes would remain a little squinted for awhile, as she slowly moved her head to the side. At first they just looked like shadows, then they began to take form until it was finally visible to her. A vase full of beautiful flowers laided on the nearby table. Eyes opening a bit more, though a confused look upon her face remained as she looked around the room. ~Where am I?... What is all of this?...~ [/center] There was no need to sit up, since the bed was angeled in a certain fashion that technically one is already sitting up. Her eyes slowly shifted again around the room until she looked down at her hands. Noticing the IV's and such. A few images began to quickly flash in her mind causing her to grab her head with her right. Her breathing increased just a little. Hearing footsteps approaching, slightly squinted eyes peered through her hand. Only her left could been seen. Who was these footsteps? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2008 20:34:57 GMT -8
Another visit to the hospital… never a good thing. Working such conditions, knowing time you saw someone at work it could be end of them, that you had to hope to never see someone at work again… to work under such conditions took truly courageous people. For those reasons Saint found himself with the utmost admiration of Doctors, yet at the same time filled with a bottomless pity for their plight. Despite all his kindness and willingness to help others he knew he’d never be able to do the job they did, he was far to frail for the task. In other terms he didn’t have the stomach for it. To watch someone die right before after trying so hard to save them and have to turn around do the same thing for another with a moment to mourn for even the slightest moment would be too hard.
Nonetheless Saint was here for a reason, the wounds on his hands needed to be checked and the doctor he trusted more than any other worked at this very hospital. The man had cared for his mother in her last moments and be a helping hand in his own recovery process after he starved himself in shock. It was a short meeting as Dr. Darien took a short moment from his schedule to remove the old bandages, check the healing process of the various gashes from the splintered metal, and put on new ones. After this was done the doctor went back about his business in the hospital leaving young Zachariah to due the other thing he had come to do. He had heard of a young lady who had attended 259 and been seriously injured on what was to her wedding day. A truly tragic story as she had spent four months in a coma, and so he was on his way to give the small gesture of a rose and a get well card at her bedside. The small fact that he’d never met her meant little to him.
Little could the student body president have known that as he made the last few steps down the hall to the room where she lay that inside she was awakening. Pausing in the doorway and giving the door a gentle polite rap as he peered in to see her reclined form.
“Hello? Are you awake?”
Now it had been said as a polite reflex but when Saint noticed the position of her hand, knowing doctors would not leave her in such a position, he began to expect an answer. Thusly he remained at the door, not wishing to trouble her with unwanted company by intruding further and simply added…
“Do you mind if I come in?”
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 25, 2008 9:40:10 GMT -8
Now where was the husband to be? About four months ago he got in an argument with Kilik, and finally relinquished himself to staying at the hospital. Sure he went to school every now and then, picked a fight to release some frustrations. One time even fought to the point of making himself a patient, but that still didn’t explain it.
Well as it where laying on a couch in the waiting room like usual. A leg up over the back, his head hanging off the front, along with an arm, his shirt pulled up a bit revealing some of his gut, scars visible from the place it was showing. White shirt, cargo shorts, and his green combat vest. He stayed many nights here, not able to get him to leave. Police tried to one time, but they ended up in rooms 235, and 250.
A good snore would be heard if anyone bothered to listen or wonder why a senior was sprawled out in the first place at this time of day. But as he rolled over to place his head on the ground with his front facing the couch you could hear him say.
“Stupid mathematics.”
Yes, that’s right, once again Leon was absent from math class.
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Post by Eurydice Sudeki on Feb 26, 2008 6:14:14 GMT -8
“Hello? Are you awake?” A small 'hmm?' escaped her lips, as she slowly lowered her hand seeing a figure at her door. Eury's eyes adjusted once again getting a better look at the figure. She had at least concluded that it was a male, judging by looks and voice. “Do you mind if I come in?” That was a good question, considering she had just awaken from a long slumber and had a very small clue as to where she was. Let alone who this person was. Actually question would be, did she ever know him and just not remember? There was that awrkward silence for a few moments before she would answer. Lifting her head up just a bit more, she looked around the room noticing a bit more of the clutter. There were quite a few balloons, and stuff animals, not to mention flowers and cards. All of the stuffed animals were sitting on the couch, and the balloons a little spread out across the room. Crystal blues trailed back to the figure at the door, a confused wide eyes expression. Lips finally starting to part to break that awrkward silence. "Umm, no you can come in... But do I know you? Actually where am I?" One couldn't fully blame her for not knowing exactly where she was off the back. Hell she probably didn't even know she had been in a coma for that long. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2008 13:13:42 GMT -8
The silence did not bother the young student as he waited patiently. She had just awoken from a long slumber, not knowing the effects of what she had undergone was in part what gave him that patience. Once permitted entry, Saint had slow careful strides toward her, his usual calm, serene, and kind demeanor showing through to the point that not even the most skittish of wild animals would feel threatened by him. He halted by her bedside, gifts held tightly in his hands as he spoke in a tone to match his demeanor.
“No, we’ve never actually met… I’ve only heard of you recently. I’m afraid you are in a hospital and have been for the last four months.”
That was all Saint could say at the moment and he was afraid it might be too much. The last thing he wanted to do was overload her with information that she might not have recollection of, especially the bits he knew… the painful ones. Knowing what it was like to forget painful things, even how they can come back to haunt later on in life, but still it was something that had to be done gradually. It was not up to him what she would be reminded of, though he could choose to omit certain details as he already had in a manner, he could not deny her anything he knew. But she would have to ask… and he hoped she wouldn’t. Telling someone that their wedding day had gone so array, that they were injured in a fire and a family had died as news had told was something only a sick person wanted to do.
“I’m sorry.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 28, 2008 2:32:14 GMT -8
Just An Observer... Fighting excessively for someone who was not powerful was generally not a healthy thing. And for someone such as "Unfettered", who chose to never go to the nurse's office to have his wounds tended to, cleaning himself back at his own 'house'... his body was beginning to break down. Hence, the recent excursion to the hospital, albeit voluntarily. A place to rest his body and recover a little.
Although, that was just a convenient excuse, for his primary objective. Namely... keeping manual check of who went in and out of the hospital. Today's excuse... some final clean-up for the damage on his body from the accumulated fights with Leon, the strange man in the hallway that went berserk on him, the acclaimed 'hero' of Metro City... and a few others.
---Which, while walking down the hallway, he happened to notice the closet berserker. ...Saint, right? Aye. Considering however, he noted this to be a bit hypocritical (still mulling over exactly what had caused the otherwise pleasant man to 'snap' on him... Something he had did? Said? Looked?). This 'Saint' knew him as 'Jonathan'.
..That suited "Unfettered" just fine.
Looking over, around the corner, he watched as Saint walked himself into a room. Privacy... yes. But it was also a general strategy to check up on the potential weaknesses of potential rivals/enemies/noticeable persons. Walking quietly to the edge of the door, he leaned back, his right foot propping itself up against the wall, his eye closed."---...sorry.” ...?
Apologizing to the doctor for something? Eh, well, depending on how this turned out, "Unfettered" had his general attire on. Still just trying to get used to the weight. Safer that way...
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Post by Eurydice Sudeki on Mar 6, 2008 17:31:31 GMT -8
Eury watched as the stranger walked up to her. Gifts held in his arms. Why did he have gifts? Who was he to her? Well that question was quickly answered. He was technically nobody to her specifically. They had never met. Which was sort of a good thing cause the way he mind was right now, she probably didn't remember him anyways. But then the next words registered in her mind after a few moments. Her eyes widedened and it felt like the air was ripped from her lungs as she gasped at his words. She couldn't believe what he just told her. Her crystal blues shifted around the room. She was in the hospital and had been for the past four months?! Her breathing had increased a little, as her eyes stopped shifting and focused on just looking down. Tears could clearly been seen forming in her eyes, and beginning to stream down her cheeks. She had been laying her in a deep slumber for four whole months. The world was going on without her, things were happening and she was just out of the loop. So much that she had missed, that she might not get back. It was bad enough that she couldn't fully remember what happened, what else had she forgotten? Her hands gripped at her sheets, as her breathing was still a little quicken, her voice shaky. "..F..Four...m-months..wh..why?.. why did...th-this hap-happen to m-me?...Wha-what have.. I..missed?..I... was...a-asleep...all.. thi-this ti-time..." [/center] She just couldn't fanthom what had happened. She didn't understand. But now she was in a world of her own full of sadness and hurt. Asleep for four months, disconnected from the world. How would she fare? Not so well so far. |
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Mar 7, 2008 9:54:23 GMT -8
The next thing that one would see from this young man would be him on the floor under the glass table in the lobby. He had rolled in his sleep, and one of the nurses had gotten a broom and began to poke him with it.
“Sir?... Sir? Um, sorry to bother you, but you asked to be contacted when Ms. Stone had visitors.”
Leon’s eyes opened and he got out. He was almost positive it was Kilik or someone else from that night. Of course he did always have this suspicion someone else would pop up meaning harm and Leon may have to kill someone. But right now it didn’t register it wasn’t even a thought on his mind.
His foot steps would drag him out of the lobby on his way to the room. A soda machine slowing him down along the way.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2008 11:33:59 GMT -8
It wasn’t surprising that news of the time she’d spent in the hospital would have adverse effects of her demeanor, it would be shocking if it didn’t affect her. Saint’s heart went out to her, the feeling that seemingly had overtaken her was something he had no experience with, no knowledge of what she was dealing with. Her questions were not ones he could answer, especially having never known her before the incident. Any answer that came to mind felt cold in his throat and being the inadvertent cause of this new state he had to do something. Freeing his right hand, the young pillar extended it to take hold of one of Eury’s tightening fist in a reassuring manner.
“Calm yourself. All is not lost… you are awake now. The doctors said you might never awaken. It may not seem like it right now, but you have your life back and the opportunity for a future. Take some deep breaths, calm yourself.”
The quality of his voice was a male version of a mother speaking to her child, one used to comfort them in a time of strife and pain. Saint wished he could just take away all the fears, doubts and pains she had, even if it meant taking them upon himself. He hated seeing people in anguish. The plan was to stay until he could get her to calm or until someone closer to her arrived. They couldn’t have gone too far given her condition so it was only a matter of time.
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Post by Eurydice Sudeki on Mar 12, 2008 6:49:34 GMT -8
Eury's mind just continued to dance. So many things rushing in at once. But then again there was so much that seemed to just have been blocked out. There was a part of her mind that had seemed to have faded into blackness - like a black hole. It just seemed like empty space, though when trying to proceed you run into something. If it was just an empty space then she would just be able to stroll along through it. But it wasn't. Which made her being to worry even more. She was missing something but what? Who? A small gasp escaped her lips, as she felt the boys hand rest upon one of hers. His voice was quite soothing to her at this moment. Slowly her hands began to undo themselves from their clenching. The one he held onto opening a more so that his hand was now resting within hers, though her hand was still a bit shaky. Those crystal blues full of water slowly looked up to him, tears steadily falling down her cheeks. Her voice a little shaky, though slightly calm. It actually helped holding someone's hand at a time like this. "...But...why is it... I don't remember?... I don't remember anything tha.. that happened... I... don't... remember much of anything... All...All I see.. is darkness..." Yes, darkness had shadowed over her mind. Sure she had some memories here and there, but for the most part a lot of it had been blackened out. How much? Only time can answer this. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 16, 2008 23:02:17 GMT -8
OOC: ...Sorry, I can't justify "Unfettered's" presence, without doing something OOC IC. So... Hmph ..Mm. From the tid-bits that he heard?
Nothing of importance. Concerning himself, anyways. He'd quietly begin to walk away...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2008 12:16:23 GMT -8
Saint was glad to see that his attempts at calming her were working. Stress was the last thing she needed at this moment and he’d already made a small but necessary mistake in telling her how long she’d been out of it. To answer her question required an almost god-like knowledge of the situation, to be some being outside the world watching or reading the events transpire before them on a screen. But he knew the two most common causes of amnesia were physical trauma to the head and repression by the subconscious. Knowing the latter to be the source of all his present problems and the repercussions of even giving her the idea of that possibility could be tragic he went with the other.
“A blow to the head in just the right manner can cause temporary memory loss. With time, patience, and due diligence your memory will return to you… it is important you not rush things too much in order to keep yourself on the path to recovery. Rushing things will lead to complications.”
His tone and manner remained the same as the last time he spoke though inwardly he wished for the ability to fix it all with the wave of his hand. And what person wouldn’t wish for such ability? But alas he had no such talent and could only due so much… just one of the drawbacks that made his nickname seem much more the farce. Nonetheless he added a few more words.
“Have faith.”
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Post by Eurydice Sudeki on Apr 9, 2008 17:53:33 GMT -8
OOC: Tis okA blow to the head? By this time she no longer had any bandages on. Her wounds had basically healed best as they could. Her mind was another story. Physical wounds had been healed, though even after months since she hadn't moved from this bed - she was a little sore. Mental and emotional wounds still remained. Mainly because she had very little memory of anything about herself. A few faces with names she could remember. Yet there were so many that were faceless - nameless. It hurt a lot to even try to remember. Every now and again her eyes would squint in the small pain she was experiencing from trying to regain what she had lost. Her crystal blues looked up to him. She had a face but yet not a name. He hadn't given her his name just yet. She held his hand tightly, as she moved it up towards her cheek, resting her cheek on his and hers hands. Eury's eyes closed trying to calm herself more. The feel of his touch certainly helped it along. "...I.. I guess wanna go home... I believe I remember where it is.... Would you take me,..please?... I'm sorry, but may I know your name?... I have so many blank faces without names, it would be nice to match the face I see with a name... I'm Eurydice.."
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Apr 10, 2008 5:09:43 GMT -8
So Leon got his Pepsi and his chocolate, and then began back down the hall. His gloves rested nicely in his back pocket. He was about to open the Pepsi when he saw that fighter. Unfettered? Hmm, or well that’s the name he had found out at least. Leon had turned out to go right back into his little house broken mode after their fight. This guy had shown that the 259 student body in general was getting extremely powerful. They where just as if not more powerful than the fighters back at 552, which made this place more dangerous.
It made him smile whenever he thought about the possibilities of these people. But he didn’t live like that anymore. “When’s the next fight, I have to get stronger.” That’s how he used to live, fight by fight, day in and day out. It was all he knew, even when he was diagnosed to die at an early age he continued to get stronger, better, even more skilled. It was insane repetition.
Then Eurydice walked by that bench that day at the park.
“Hey, back at the hospital are we? Not challenging more transfers are we?”
His question aimed at Unfettered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 13:05:55 GMT -8
It was impossible for Saint to deny either of Eurydice’s requests, it wasn’t in his personality. On top of that she reminded him in some ways of child, waking to a new world and looking for some security to cling as she ventured out. How could someone say no to that? The young pillar wasn’t exactly sure if she should be traveling so soon after awaking from such a long coma. But as long as she said she felt well enough there was little he could do to argue without being a doctor. He sighed softly with a smile as he finally introduced himself formally.
“My name is Zachariah Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you, Eurydice. If you truly feel well enough to leave, then I will be happy to escort you home. Shall I get you a wheelchair?”
He concluded it would be better for her to travel like that at least for now. There was one in the corner of the room that could be used should she accept his offer. However Saint had to admit she’d proven herself strong enough after surviving through everything the news said she had, even overcoming the shock and grief of her present condition. Honestly he was not bothered by the slight uncertainty about her knowledge of where she lived, one might think it odd given her amnesia but he believed if worse came to worse they would figure it out.
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