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Post by Cubi on Feb 3, 2006 18:14:46 GMT -5
Wyn moaned as she woke up blurrily from her induced coma. What were they giving her? She felt terrible. Trying to reach her leg for an itch, Wyn felt a pull on her arm. She couldn't move. Stay calm... girl, stay CALM! she told herself before beginning to thrash around and shriek. She couldn't STAND this! Her wrists were bleeding by the time five nurses arrived and sedated her. She fell back into oblivion, sobbing in despair.
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 3, 2006 21:55:34 GMT -5
Christy ran into the room, seeing Wyn thrash around. She bursted through the nurses and took her friends hand.
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Post by Cubi on Feb 4, 2006 22:26:36 GMT -5
Wyn's eyes flitted behind her eyelids in her dreamworld. She felt something warm holding her hand behind her hazy shade of drugs. Not wanting to wake up to what she had before, the part of her that was conscious retreated farther back into her mind. The nurses' troubles couldn't get through to her that way, and her own seemed so much farther away... this oblivion was bliss.
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 5, 2006 17:22:33 GMT -5
Christy sat down and waited
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Post by Cubi on Feb 6, 2006 18:14:16 GMT -5
Wyn finally felt a presence pulling her out of the darkness, one that she knew was a friend. "Get me out of this." She whispered the demand in deadly tones. Surprised, Christy wondered if she should call the nurses. Surely Wyn had been secured for her own good... Wyn's face was as pale as death, almost as pale as the stark white walls and sheets. The level 2 wards were all barred and coded for entry, but not quite as scary as level 3. How long would she be here?
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 6, 2006 18:48:52 GMT -5
Christy pushed on anyways, not stopping for a moment. She dug into Wyn's memories...what was making her stay in here? she was about to find out.
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Post by Cubi on Feb 6, 2006 19:20:34 GMT -5
((talking about straps.. but that works too LoL)) Wyn's conscience immediately pushed Christy out with such force that the physical Christy actually fell out of her chair. As Christy regained her seat, she noticed that Wyn's crystal blue eyes were staring at her with full force, focusing in and out as she tried to come back to consciousness. "Why... why are you here?" she asked confusedly.
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 6, 2006 19:22:32 GMT -5
Christy shot her a warm smile. "cause im your friend." she said using her normal preppy slang. "Besides, you were there for me when i needed someone, so now im here for you."
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Post by Cubi on Feb 6, 2006 19:28:29 GMT -5
"Thanks." Wyn breathed in and out carefully, trying to ignore the urge to brush her hair out of her face and retain a sort of calm. "Can you call the nurse in? That'd be a huge favor. I want a reevaluation so I can get out of here. Then I can go home and take a blessed shower... not to mention get out of these God-forsaken binds." She then retreated a little into her mind again, preferring mental hurts to physical confinement.
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 7, 2006 20:29:56 GMT -5
Christy decided not to call the nurse. She had recently learned how to tweak people's minds. She changed the nurses mind to where she didnt remember Wyn ever being there. She changed the docors minds too. "K lets go." Christy said to Wyn, not offering an explanation.
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Post by Cubi on Feb 7, 2006 20:31:46 GMT -5
"Ahem... could you get me out of these?" Wyn was still breathing carefully in order not to panic.
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 7, 2006 20:32:54 GMT -5
Christy looked at the cuffs. She opened the small window to get a breeze and saw the keys on the wind. They were hanging just down the hallway. "Be right back...Im gettin you outta here."
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Post by Cubi on Feb 7, 2006 20:35:24 GMT -5
"Thanks..." Wyn said between clenched teeth, trying to keep a hold on the chaos that was her mind. Firstly, she was claustrophobic, and secondly, she was having impulses again... she tried her hardest to ignore these along with all of her other issues. It seemed like eternity before Christy returned, keys in hand. (wow this is one old fashioned hospital)
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Post by irishredhead on Feb 7, 2006 20:39:15 GMT -5
Christy watched calmly as Wyn glanced around the room with fear in her eyes and rubbed her blistered arms. "What kind of hospital is this anyways...more like a prison." she said as she looked around.
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Post by Cubi on Feb 7, 2006 20:44:26 GMT -5
"It's hell is what it is." Wyn spoke bitterly as she pushed herself up, examining the angry red wounds on her arms and ankles. "Where are my freaking clothes?" She looked around, her hair mussed, her eyes bloodshot and her thin body barely clad. Christy, not wanting the nurses to hear, hushed her a little. Putting a hand on Wyn's shoulder, she could feel the bone jutting out. Wyn's face crumpled a bit, her look of anger replaced by confusion.
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