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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Wha…..)

(Idiopathic Intracranial Hypertension)

(I only like science if its genetics)

Ryan couldn't sit still. He moved from his next to Jon Anderson to an open place beside Belle and then back in the first forty minutes of waiting. Darren's family all smiled at him, his aunt even held his hand in recognition that he was nervous, Emma told him a story about her new pet rabbit. But when Jon offered a quiet reassurance that Darren was probably doing great, Ryan had to get up and move again.

(FINALLY SOMEONE THAT LIKES GENETICS!)

(IT WAS SO FUN. I TOOK A CLASS ON GENETICS INSTEAD OF A STUDY HALL! 10/10 WOULD DEFINITELY DO IT AGAIN!)

Belle could do nothing but watch in quiet anticipation. She'd said nothing since Lillian walked in, scared that her words would do nothing but make the situation worse. So she simply sat quietly, staring at the floor and fidget with her fingers.

Only the quiet hum of a heating vent and the slow tick of a clock above the door interrupted the silence. The clock grated out another minute. The ticking was too loud to go unnoticed and it reminded Ryan, yet again, another sixty seconds had passed that could be added to the other sets of sixty seconds that had come and gone and the more seconds that stacked up, the farther he felt from Darren.

He was anxious again. He got up and moved to a chair beside Belle and held her hand, he offered her a weak smile.

She could barely offer a scared smile in return. It hurt to do anything. She wanted to cry but it wasn't her place. Her place was to sit quietly with everyone else and not bring attention to herself. But the silence was overbearing. It was like a blanket, slowly cutting off her oxygen and suffocating her. She wanted to scream just to know she still could.

Today felt too real. Like the color had all been turned up too bright and it hurt to look at it. It felt too much like an ending. Ryan could still hear the clock as it grated out another minute. He gently pulled his hand free from Belle's to rub his eyes, "How much time can one person spend in a waiting room?" He hadn't meant to ask the question out loud, but suddenly most of the room was looking at him with a mixture of pity and fear.

"A lot. Clearly." Her voice was small, weak and scared. It was barely more than a whisper. Something even she had never heard come from her mouth. She was never this scared. Well, never this scared and talking. It hurt too much to speak more than those few words. She went back to just sitting silently.

(Okay I can work with that)
Rory stood in a corner of the room, leaning against the wall. The silence was getting to be too much, along with the ticking of the clock. He cleared his throat. "Does anyone want a hug?"

"Can I have one?" She'd be surprised if he even heard her. She was never one to be quiet so this was unusual.

"Sure." Rory headed over and threw his arms around her. "Feel. Betterrrr."

"Talk to the right people, and they will happily argue life is but one big waiting room," Ryan mumbled. Everyone's heads abruptly swiveled to face the doorway as the sound of someone's shoes clicked through.

Cooper leaned on the doorframe with an unlit cigarette dangling between two fingers and a piece of gum in his mouth. He looked tired and a little disheveled, but when Ryan met his eyes he snapped his gum and managed an almost-smile for reassurance.

"Waiting rooms inside waiting rooms," Ryan mumbled. He glanced up at the wall, "The clock on the wall of the metaphorical waiting room doesn't tick quite so loudly."

"It does for Darren," Cooper took a step inside the room and turned to look up.

"I hate that clock," Ryan dropped his head into his hands, he pressed them in hard to his forehead, "I fucking hate it."

The clock was black-rimmed, with bold numbers and a white face that had faded to cream with age. It hung behind a metal cage on the wall, and for every minute it ticked forward, it had to first move back a half step. When it grated out yet another minute, Cooper rolled one shoulder and then the other, pocketed his cigarette, and crossed the room. He hooked a hand behind the back of a chair and dragging it toward the wall, he snapped his gum a few times, the sound bursting the quiet of the room like firecrackers, before climbing up on the chair.

She nearly squeezed the life out of him. It was something solid, something safe. Warm and comfortable in the sea of sadness. It wouldn't last forever, but it was just enough to not send her overboard her little ship of control.

Rory patted her back. "You can hug me as long as you want."

(Hi peoples! I'm so confused rn…)

(We did something else while we waited for you to come back)

She tried to relax, one slightly shaky breath after another, but it just wasn't working. The constant stress would send her overboard. As much as she didn't want to, she slowly let him go with a slight smile. "Thanks. I kind of needed that." She didn't want to make it uncomfortable. Besides, other people needed him more than she did.