forum Why would you love a monster like me? (One on One)

Started September 02, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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(Cool cool, this new character is going to be genderfluid btw :)
Rowan sat on her hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. It felt like there was nothing to do these days, she was just sitting there like a vegetable. Most others around her age had someone that they shared a room with, but Rowan got unlucky and she was put in a room by herself, her only company an empty bed. Rowan had gotten sick a couple of months ago, and no one knew what she had, which kept her stuck in the hospital for testing out medications and different herbs. It started in her left hand, which was filled with pain and she had a hard time moving her fingers. It kinda spread throughout her body, and sometimes, maybe once a month, certain organs malfunctioned for a minute or so, which caused quite a panic among her parents and other doctors. Rowan always hated it.

Alvor was taken into the hospital, fast asleep as he's carried in. His breathing was slow and unsteady, hitching at times or quickening. When he was placed in Rowan's room he groans softly and hacks up another flower. He opens his eyes groaning, as he did so. He looks around. "Dad… papa…?" He asks softly, eyes wide as he looks around, he coughed harshly and throwing up more. He curled into a ball, scared as he looked around his room. It was the first time he had been away from his parents.

(Also this is sort of what they look like, except without the piercing and younger looking)
Rowan perked up when they brought in someone about her age. She sat up, wincing at the slight pain as she did so. “Hey,” She called over, frowning a bit. She wondered what they had. It didn’t look good.

So cute!!//

Alvor looked up, brushing away the flower petals. "Hey." he mutters softly as he smiles a little at her. He coughed violently, hacking up a bushel of flowers. He brushed some hair from his face as his wings flutter a little bit in discomfort.

She stared a bit in confusion at the flowers. Is that… hanahaki disease? Rowan had never heard of anyone actually getting hanahaki disease before… It didn’t seem too good. “I’m Rowan,” She introduced herself, offering a small smile to the stranger. At least she had someone to keep her company.

He smiled a little bit, trying at least to be nice. "I'm Alvor." he asks softly and smiles warmly. "It's really nice to meet you, even if the situation is a little… well. Not at its best." He chuckles before coughing a little more. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed softly as he does so.

“You okay? I mean, you’re not gonna die in a few seconds, right?” Rowan asked, smiling a little. Until she paused, eye widening a little in a panic. Oh gosh what he is actually dying pretty soon that would NOT be funny, idiot, idiot, idiot- She looked at Alvor for some kind of bad reaction

Alvor coughed a little before smiling and shaking his head. "Not yet, at least." he whispers. "Marrow said I have a week at the most." he shrugged before leaning back in his bed and looking around. "What is this place?" He asks softly, before returning his gaze towards Rowan.

“Oh sh-t that was really insensitive of me,” Rowan ran a hand through her hair even though moving it caused her a little bit of pain. She looked at the ground as she explained, “You’re in the hospital. It’s not too bad of a place, the nurses are really nice.”

Alvor smiled a little. "Nah. You're okay." he mutters softly as he coughs again, luckily nothing came out this time. He looked around. "Hospital… huh. I've only been around hospitals because of my dads taking me to get shots… but that's it…" he mumbles.

“It’s not too bad,” Rowan assured him again with a tiny smile, “They have really good pudding and smoothies. And good pain meds, they put the lights right out if you ever need a break or somethin’, it’s not too bad,” Rowan shrugged indifferently as if she didn’t take those pain meds so often. It was hard when her pain was so bad she just wanted to sleep through it.

Alvor smiled a little. "Well. I do like some good smoothies." He offers and shrinks back into his bed and gives a tiny sigh. He missed his dads. They were all he had. "Its really nice to meet you, Rowan." He smiled shyly and brushed some hair from his face, coughing faintly.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too,” Rowan offered a smile, but she felt a pang of sadness. Too often people came here to die, to just waste away in a bed. Rowan glanced at her left hand with a frown, before looking up back to Alvor, “Are you able to stand up or are you stuck in bed?”

Alvor smiled a little bit. "Yeah. I think I can stand. I haven't tried it yet." He says softly. "What about you?" He asks curiously.

I thought I replied! I'm so sorry!//

(You’re totally fine!)
“Yeah,” Rowan nodded, leaving out the part that it usually hurt to move and she usually needed something to lean against when she got tired. Rowan swung her legs over the side of the bed, hiding her wince of pain. “Come on. Let’s go to the pool then.” The pool was usually the best place to do things without hurting too badly. And if Alvor didn’t have much longer, Rowan didn’t want to him to spend the last of his days sitting in a bed in misery.

Alvor noticed her wince and walks to her side carefully. "Here." He helps her walk, smiling a little bit. "So. Which way?" He asks curiously. He had never been to a pool. He had gone swimming in the lake by their home but he had never been in a pool.

Rowan was taken by surprise. Usually it was always the nurses helping her -if they even let her walk in the first place- and never someone who wasn’t obligated to. She smiled a little, “We’ll take a left outside the door and it’s at the end of the hallway.” She explained, grateful for Alvor’s help as she put her weight on him—she was pretty thin anyways. Rowan managed to walk despite the pangs of pain it brought—with Alvor helping her she suddenly had renewed vigor.

He nods and helps her through the halls, humming softly to himself and sighed gently as he coughed softly. Halfway down the halls a heavy coughing fit hit him, flowers spurting from his throat. He groaned quietly and moaned.

Rowan gently pat his back, concern over her face. It must be horrible… She thought as she brushed away a couple of petals from his face. “Is there anything I can do?” She asked with a hint of worry coming into her voice.

He shook his head. "Nothing." He mutters softly, coughing softly. He grinned at her. "I'll be fine." He mutters softly as he ran a hand through his hair. He helped her along the hall and into the pool.

Rowan felt bad about not being able to help, but it was like that for most patients. At least cold water sometimes soothed Rowan’s pain, most of the time no one could help her either. Once they turned into the pool room, a small smile appearing on Rowan’s face. The pool was large, with a shallow end and a deep one -Rowan never went to the deeper side in fear of drowning in case one of her organs decided to spaz out on her- and there were a stack of barely used flotation devices near the side of the pool.

Alvor helped her to the side of the pool and smiled a little at her. "So." He says happily, coughing quietly before looking at the giant pool. He loved it just by looking at it.

Rowan smiled when the water hit her skin, her tense muscles relaxing as the weight was partially lifted off them. “The pool’s nice, give us something to do if we have to be cooped up in the hospital,” Rowan said with a smile at Alvor, “Better than just sitting in the beds.” She lifted her right hand up a little, ignoring the slight ache that the action caused, “You coming in?”

Alvor nods and sighs quietly. "Sure." He sheds his shirt before cautiously walking in. The scar along his wings was still apparent even though time had passed. He sighed at the warm water, easing into it. This made him feel so much better.

Rowan smiled a little, looking at Alvor’s wings. “They’re beautiful, you know. Your wings,” Rowan told him, her eyes tracing the elegant feathers. She couldn’t count how many times in the past couple months she had wished could sprout wings and fly away from this hospital forever. Rowan was getting tired of being in pain all the time, but she tried not to let it wear on her too much.

Alvor smiled a little. "Yeah. I'm not a fan of the scar. But oh well." He extends his wing to her and smiles. "You can touch them if you'd like." He says cheerfully. He coughs softly but only a few petals come out. He doesn't let that bother him.