forum "We'll go on an adventure, when we escape these prison walls!" (Closed)

Started January 24, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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The day was cold, a dry, the kind of weather almost no one liked. The sky was dark, and gloomy, the perfect weather for a funeral. Though no one was already dead, only maybe dying. Apollo sat there, a mask over his nose, his normally bright eyes looked dull. His whole being looked defeated, and miserable, watching the doctors test him. Everything was coming up as negative, no good news in sight.

"I'm sorry… but I don't think this is curable. We've only ever found one other person here in the area who's had the same results." The doctor told him, putting a hand to his knee. Apollo felt his eyes overwhelmed with tears, and he knew this wasn't a good sign. "So am I dying?" He asked meekly, holding his breath, ready for the worst to come. The face of the man dropped, and he sighed at looking towards another panic faced nurse. "We don't know son, but we'll have to keep you here until we figure out what's going on with the both of you." He admitted, standing up straight from his kneel over position. Apollo knew what that meant, weeks of more testing. Miserably lonely weeks. "Can I at least get to say goodbye to my brother?" He asked timidly, his voice cracking. The doctor nodded, feeling like a terrible person watching the young boy in front of him.

One of the nurses, Sarah, pushed the door open to the sterile hospital room. A small smile on her lips, covering the fact she was sullen and exhausted. "Hey sweetie, how are you feeling today?" She asked the masked teenage girl, carrying a silver platter over to her, with food and water. She set it on her lap, and stepped back to look at her.

"Just peachy, haven't kicked the bucket yet." Davina replied, somehow mustering up the remaining happiness in her body to smile weakly at the nurse. Her response would've been quite snarky if she had put the effort into it, but instead it sounded sad and like she had given up. It had only been a week..or maybe days, since they had told her she was sick with something they didn't know, and already she was itching to get out, though it hadn't worked out well the last time she had tried. At least they had the courtesy to have a window in her room, though the view today was nothing more than gray and gloomy.

Her stomach growled and she just looked to the tray on her lap, feeling no desire to eat anything even as her body protested. "I'll pass, I'm not that hungry." She lifted an arm off the bed and pushed the tray away a little, shaking her head, "Thank you though." Sarah watched her and sighed, still smiling as she walked back over and moved the tray from her lap to a small side table, "You need to eat sweetie, even if you don't want to. Otherwise you're not going to get better." The warning of not getting better didn't bother Davina and she just shrugged, picking at the too white sheet over her legs.

Her smile faded, and she took the tray. Sitting on the edge, she let the tray sit on her lap. "Look, Davina, I need you to eat. This may be the last real meal you are going to get. You aren't dying, don't worry about that. But you're going to be moved. I won't be able to bring you things anymore." She admitted, tucking a lock of her brunette wave behind her ear that had fallen from her bun.

Apollo looked to his brother, sighing. "I don't want to go." He told him, digging his foot into the floor. Percy nodded, knowing his brother didn't want to. "I'm sorry Pol, I wish I could keep them from taking you, but they're in charge. I'll write notes to you though, I promise." He smiled at his little brother, trying to be encouraging. "Every chance I get." He told him, pulling Apollo into a hug. Apollo held on to his older brother, a little longer than necessary, but Percy didn't mind. "You'll be perfectly safe, and I'll see you in a couple weeks OK?" Percy asked him, and Apollo nodded. "Yeah, OK."

She looked up to the nurse and had a confused look on her face, though she still didn't take the food. "They're moving me? Where? Will I still be by a window?" Davina had gotten quite attached to her since she first arrived, and she didn't want to have to say goodbye to the only person she actually liked in this place. She already had to say goodbye to her family when they had diagnosed her. "Why can't I stay here? No one else here is nice and they definitely won't bring me things to stay busy." She said, looking around and setting her eyes on the small bag of her belongings.

Sarah didn't answer any of her questions, not knowing the answers. "I don't know sweetie. I really don't. But you'll be OK, you'll be with another boy who is sick too." She told her, reaching over to tuck hair behind Davina's ear. Standing up, she put the tray on a side table and walked up to her. In the time Davina was here, Sarah had grown rather fond of her, in a way only a mother could love. She pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, and tilted her chin up to look at her. "I promise it'll be alright."

Percy had left, and the doctors brought Apollo to a room he was going to stay in until they could bring him and the other girl to the new location. Apollo sat on the edge of the bed, not caring for the stiff and cool sheets. He pulled his legs up, and crossed them like a child, starring around the room. It was oddly quiet, but he liked it this way.

"Pinky promise?" She asked, looking up at her and trying to show how much she didn't want to be moved. It was a childish thing to do, Davina was aware, but she didn't care and she wanted to spend as much time as possible with Sarah before they moved her. "There's another person that's sick? When did they find this out?" Getting moved still didn't sound fun, but maybe she wouldn't feel as lonely with another person in the same room.

"Pinky promise." Sarah smiled, listening to the rest of her question. "Just an hour or so ago, otherwise I would've told you sooner. They weren't planning on moving you, but with two people with it, they want to be really careful." She informed Davina, petting her cheek with her thumb. "Why don't you eat, or get some rest, and I'll come get you in an hour or so."

"Why did I have to get sick?" He mumbled, lowering his glossy eyes to the floor. Gently rubbing his eyes, he laid back on the cool sheets, slipping off into a deep sleep until the doctors were going to come and take him away.

Davina sighed and nodded, having no intention of doing either of those, "Alright, I'll see you in an hour." She held out her arms for a hug from her, gently smiling. When Sarah finally had to leave though, she glanced at the tray of food and pulled it back onto her lap. She didn't eat much though, only nibbling at the food before just looking out the window again and taking in the gray, gloomy, better-than-nothing view.

Apollo was cold faced, avoiding looking at any of the doctors or the girl besides him. She probably hated him anyways, so why should she talk to him? Or vise versa. His breathing was controlled, but his thoughts were a mess. 'This is probably the worst thing that's going to happen to me. I'll probably never see daylight again.' His thoughts groaned, and were persistent. Never leaving his mind.

Davina was very disappointed and angry. There wasn't a nice window in sight and she was already missing her old room and Sarah. Now she was stuck in here with a boy who looked like he hated her and the most doctors she had seen in a room since she had been diagnosed. The best she could do was roll onto her side and try to look on the positive side of things. Hey, there was someone else with this disease, and she still had her puzzles in her bag of things. She could at least think of those things.

Apollo was tired, but restless. So he wasn't able to sleep once more. Sitting up, he looked to the girl and sighed. "Uh h-hello." He whispered, his lips hidden under the fabric mask to block out any germs. His voice was muffled because of it, and his eyes were defined. They had dark rings below them, from many nights of restlessness, and his curls fell in his face brushing the tips of his eyelashes.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard him talk, rolling back onto her side with a small sigh. Davina offered a tired smile under her own fabric mask, meeting his eyes and whispering back, "Hi." Her hair was being as uncooperative as always and even as messy as it was, it mostly stayed out of her face. The curls just decided to splay out on her pillow instead and start to gather some nice static as she tried to figure if her eyes had rings that were as dark as the new boys.

Delightfully surprised she had responded, Apollo perked up ever so slightly. He pulled his knee to his chest, resting his chin on it. "I guess we're kinda stuck together, maybe we should get to know each other a little." He shrugged, picking at a sting on the hemming of his sweat pants. "I'm Apollo." He introuduced himself, lifting his gaze to meet her own gorgeous one.

"I'm Davina, nice to meet you Apollo," She replied, shifting into a slight sitting position as well and messing with her mask, "How are you liking the hospital so far?" Davina hadn't talked to anyone besides Sarah and the doctors in what felt like a lifetime and she was grateful for the company, mostly because they seemed to be getting along fairly good so far. She met his eyes for a moment before looking away, pulling her thin blanket over her lap further and getting settled in.

"It's cold… and stiff." He admitted, a tight frown on his lips. "I really don't like it here actually. The only nice person is the doctor who told me I had to say goodbye to my family, and you can probably see why I don't like him much." Apollo was avoiding those thoughts, but not very well. His eyes fell to the floor, and he traced every thin line on it, counting the tiles. "What about you? Any better doctors, or are you liking it some?"

She nodded, then shrugged, as she answered, "I like being here about as much as I like not being able to look outside. I really dislike it here besides seeing Sarah. She was my nurse, but I had to say goodbye to her too when they transferred me here." Davina was already itching to be up and moving around in the new room, building her puzzles or trying to get out of here and back to her other room. She didn't think the doctors would like that though, so she decided to stay put for as long as she could.

Apollo sighed, laying back on the bed. "It sucks being the only people with something incurable." He muttered, feeling his eyes overwhelm with tears. He just wanted to start his life over, and figure out what happened from the beginning. Find a new way about things, maybe a way he could avoid getting sick. But he couldn't. That was a stupid, irrational dream. And everyone he had told, said those exact words.

"I understand that," She sighed, reaching over to her bag of things and pulling out a box, "I can't sit here any longer, I have to move." Davina tossed off the sheets and swung her legs off of the bed, happy that her sweatpants hid how thin she was. It took her a few seconds to stand up, but once she did and had adjusted her mask again she sat back down on an open space of floor with her box of puzzle pieces.

Apollo sat up to look at her. "What's that?"" He questioned, sliding off the bed himself, and quietly walking over to her. His ankles were barely supporting him, and they were so thin. He never had good luck with leg or arm muscles. But he didn't look that way, they were just never really strong. "Can I join you?" He mumbled, sitting down on the floor.

"It's the one pastime I have that they still allow me to do." She pulled open the box and dumped out the pieces on the floor before propping the box up so they could see the picture of the sunset scene, "Yeah you can join, just don't get me sick." Davina couldn't help but crack a weak smile at her joke, glancing over at Apollo and starting to sort out the border pieces from the inside pieces.

Apollo snickered, looking up to his new roommate. "I wouldn't dream of it." He said in a teasing tone before adjusting some on the floor. He reached over, and began helping to set up the pieces on the outside, the 'frame'. "How long have you been sick with this for Davina?" He asked, a little formally but he was attempting to remember her name. He'd feel bad if he forgot it.

Davina was happy that Apollo got the joke and she hoped it meant the two of them would at least get along while they were roommates of sort. "Probably on the verge of three weeks now," She said with a shrug, trying to think back to the day they had originally told her she was sick, "Two and just over a half weeks of pure boredom and doctors. What about you?" The border pieces were pretty easy to pick out and she made a pile of the other pieces off to the side, settling into the system of building.

He listened to her, smiling at her cool voice. He found it calming in a way. “I’ve been here only a few days. I only found out- oh I dunno three days ago.” He shrugged biting his lower lip trying to remember. “Or something like that, I’ve been to tired to keep count.” He shrugged, running a hand through his knotted curls. Apollo hadn’t brushed them in forever, mostly because they got all fluffy when he did. Never really caring for that aspect of his hair. He sighed resting his hand back into his lap after picking up a random piece and inspecting it throughly.

"I've been trying to keep an accurate count. Gotta know how long since I last stepped outside," She said, her voice a little softer and with a hint of sadness. She wished she could go outside again, even if she wasn't able to see her family or friends, just breathing in outdoor air seemed like a wish that could never happen. Davina sorted through a few more pieces before she caught herself admiring his curly hair. It looked good on him, unlike her own curly lion's mane of hair that seemed out of place on her.

"I wasn't ever good at remembering dates and stuff." He shrugged, before crossing his legs. He looked like a little kid honestly, maybe just a little taller than most 9 year olds. Though he was 15, a highschooler. Speaking of which, he was missing classes the longer he was sick. It bothered him to no end. He had no contact with his friends, and his brain hurt from the fact he wasn't able to do anything. "Did you like school?"