forum School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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She took the mask, noticing how shaky her fingers were, and put it on. She already felt short of breath, like the mask was cutting off her oxygen.

Lillian was lost in her mind. Was it all going to be okay? Would he live to see tomorrow? Or would he be in a coma? Maybe this would be the last time she ever saw him. The mask was put on. She could lose yet another person in her life. Her heart, her heart, her heart, her heart…. It couldn't handle much more. How many more will die? How many more will she loose? How much longer could she say she was fine? With the scars on her arms and backs. The large scar that kept getting ripped re opened over her heart. Healed and opened. Healed and opened.

The nurse had added something about Darrencutting his hair again. Ryan frowned, he would complain about that.

Ryan remained mute. He watched doctors and nurses move past them in a steady hum of activity; noted empty hospital beds by the walls and patients pushing IV stands, their skin seeming to soak in the ugly yellow, grey glow of the fluorescents overhead and reflect it back out in an equally dull glow. He tried to remember the last time he'd walked hospital halls like this, how he'd felt, what he'd seen and heard and smelled and said. All that came to mind was the hum of an electric razor as they stopped outside of Darren's room.

"We'll give you two a minute," Ryan said as he looked at Lillian

Lillian looked to him gratefully, "Okay. Thank you. God he's going to complain about his hair again. I just know it."

Ryan wondered vaguely how many germs she might have let in with the opening and closing of the door or if the door was even capable of keeping them out in the first place.

Darren's bed was reclined at an angle so that he was sitting up high enough to watch Lillian enter. His head was freshly shaved, and in the powder blue hospital gown, he looked oddly pale despite his natural tan complexion. His whole face transformed as soon as he smiled, "I did a bad thing."

"Yeah, you probably deserve the most time alone." To be honest, she just didn't want to walk in there. Hospitals made her sick to her stomach. It was the first time she'd been in a hospital without being a patient in over a decade. But this was so much worse.

Lillian laughed and walked up to him, "What bad thing?"

Darren glanced around the room as though checking for anyone else who might be listening in, "I may or may not have faked a bit of an angry, emotional meltdown episode to make them let you back here." Darren's smile turned devious, "Don't tell on me, okay?"

Lillian smile grew bright and her eyes sparked with laughter, "Darren….. I won't, but you are getting to be quite the devil."

Darren smiled, he watched her quietly for another few seconds, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come over here and sit? If you need me to, I can throw another tantrum."

Lillian laughed and she sat down next to him, "Fine! Fine! I'm here now."

Darren actually laughed but then, just as fast, felt like he might cry. Only Lillian could make him so happy. His eyes never left Lillian's face. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over the back of Lillian's knuckles, his hands were freezing cold, unnatural for him.

Lillian grabbed his hand and smiled at him, "It's going to be okay. Yeah?"

Darren's gaze moved over her face and set on the mask. He knew she had to keep it on but he was stubborn, "You know I love your eyes, but it'd be nice if I could see a little more of your face." He ignored what she had said, he didn't have an answer. Not an honest one.

Lillian chuckled as her hand pointed to the mask, "What this thing blocking the view?"

"Yes it is! I could throw another tantrum if it means you'll take it off," Darren smiled, he had made the same joke twice and didn't even realize it. Would she say something about his tumor-induced forgetfulness?

Lillian laughed as she pulled it down, "Oh anything to stop the tantrums. Happy now?"

"Very! You know I'm not supposed to be around germs because they already quarantined me but is a kiss too much to ask for?"

All at once it hit him again.
The surgery.
The papers.
The frailness of his own shaking hand.
The possibilities.

He let out a shuddering breath, just wanting Lillian to pull him in close.

Lillian moved closer to him. She kissed him gently, "It never will be."

Despite the reassurances everyone gave him, Darren's hands shook against Lillian's back as he pulled her into a hug. Darren couldn't be expected to be brave for everyone, right? He'd wanted to look strong. Instead, he closed his eyes tight and fisted a hand into Lillian's shirt, "Can I be honest?"

Lillian hugged him tightly, "Of course you can."

Darren buried his nose in Lillian's hair and took a deep breath. "I'm scared. I'm so scared." He swallowed down a sob. He wasn't going to cry, not yet.

Lillian let out a small sigh. She felt tears in her eyes, "I'm scared too. We can be scared together?"

"I think I'm in shock… or maybe they drugged the Jell-O." Darren joked despite the common knowledge that you can't eat before a surgery.

Lillian chuckled slightly, "Oh no. Not the Jello!"

Darren pressed his fingers a little harder into Lillian's sweater, "You know… Maybe we can just go. Run away right now like I promised. Skip the surgery?" Darren's voice held just the faintest notes of a tremor, "We'll go someplace warm. Decorate a palm tree for Christmas. We could go snorkeling and find pearls to give each other as gifts. Somewhere with white sand beaches so it looks like snow?"

Lillian let out a sigh as she held into him, "That would be nice, but you need this Darren. I'm sorry."

"I won't even pack a bag." Darren continued, ignoring her and holding back sobs. "We can leave now, and I'll buy clothes from the gift shop at the hotel." He paused "Actually. No hotel, we'll have a little shack on the beach, Okay?" by the end you could hear the tears in his voice.