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HOSPTIAL RP PLEAS
HOSPTIAL RP PLEASE JOIN!!!
I made one of these, but I guess it died out...
In this RP, you are either a hospital patient or you have a freind or family member in the hopsital. Eventually, all of our charries will meet each other and start a group that helps hospital patients by making care packages for them, training therapy pets for them, making birthday boxes for those that have birthdays in the hospitals, and making artwork to decorate the gray and white depressing walls. Here's the form:
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Other:
If someone they know is in the hospital:
Family/Friend in the hospital:
Family/Friend's condition:
If they are in the hospital:
Condition:
You can have up to two charries, but if you make a boy charrie you can have three. No OP charries and (This is goinf to make me sound like a goody-goody wimp, but I don't care...) Nothing too gruesome and detailed.
submitted by Joss, age 12, ME
(July 17, 2015 - 9:04 am)
(July 17, 2015 - 9:04 am)
.:Fallon:.
"Allie." Nurse Hadley peeks into the room. "Supper."
"I'll be right there," I reply, not looking up from my desk.
She waits. I continue to write. Eventually, gives up and tells me to meet her the cafeteria in five minutes, then sighs and disappears from the doorway. I finish my letter, lift my pen, and blow on the paper carefully so the ink won't smudge.
Dear Papa,
It's been nearly four months now since I've seen you. I miss you.
I had another weigh-in yesterday. I lost weight again. I'm sorry. I know you're angry with me. You have to believe me, Papa, when I say I'm trying my best here. I really am. The doctors say I can't go home until I reach my goal weight, but it seems impossible. They're always telling me to "just eat." I can't "just eat." I can't do it. It's not that simple. Please understand me, Papa. I need someone to understand me.
Feel free to come and visit me in the hospital. Bring Mama, too, and Deidre and Xander.
I love you.
Fallon x
I fold the paper in thirds and slip it into an envelope. I'll mail it later.
The hallway is eerily empty - not to mention overly air-conditioned - and I shiver in the crisp air as I step in. Just as I begin to make my way toward the cafeteria, my eyes fall on a brunette figure lying still on the floor. My heart stops. I kneel beside the body and shake its shoulders, wondering if it's alive.
A gurgle erupts from its throat. It stirs, then springs upright abruptly. A girl who appears to be around my age stares at me with a pair of deep violet eyes, nonplussed.
"Are you okay? Who are you?"
"Yes," the girl answers in a monotone. "Minna."
"I'm Fallon."
"Hi, Fallon." Her voice is blank.
"I'll go get a doctor," I decide, and scramble up from the floor. I dash into a nearby room and catch sight of a man in a white lab coat - Dr. James. "Please, come quick," I beg. "A girl just passed out in the hall."
The doctor abandons his patient and follows at my heels into the corridor. He hovers over Minna and presses a stethescope to her chest. "Deep breaths," he commands. Then, turning to me: "Go to supper, Fallon. I'll take care of this."
I nod and take off.
(August 13, 2015 - 12:27 pm)
Nora, would you mind if it was supper instead of lunch, because I just posted something about "near dusk" and "a sunset?"
(August 13, 2015 - 1:02 pm)
Oh! Sorry about that. Sure.
(August 13, 2015 - 2:20 pm)
Minna~
"Minna, you know you shouldn't leave your room with--"
I interrupt the doctor in mid-word. "I HEARD SCREAMING! I HEARD THE DOCTOR PANICKING! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, LET JASMINE DIE?!"
"Minna, you barely know her--"
"SO THAT MEANS I SHOULDN'T CARE OF SHE DIES?! THAT MEANS I SHOULDN'T WANT HER TO LIVE?!"
"Minna, please. Calm d--"
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!!! I HEARD THE DOCTOR PANICKING, I RAN OVER THERE, I REMINDED HIM ABOUT CPR. I PROBABLY SAVED THAT GIRL'S LIFE AND YOU'RE YELLING AT ME ABOUT IT?!"
"Minna, I'm sorry." The doctor pulls out a syringe and before I can react slips it into my arm.
***
I wake up back in my room. I know what he stuck into me-- a sedative. It's happened a few times. Funny story really, just as I was hospitalized for leukemia, I was diagnosed with severe mood swings as well. When I get out of the hospital, they'll put me on medication for those-- they can't put me on it yet, something about side effects about the drugs for mood swings and leukemia mixing together.
I look over at my bedstand. There's the usual clutter of paper cranes, but there is also a package of new origami paper with a post-it on top. It says, I'm sorry. Here's something I hope will make up for having to knock you out.
I immediately feel guilty...
(August 18, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
All right then, by popular request (mine included):
Jasmine~
In, out.
I hurt all over. My mouth is dry, and I feel like someone was trying to burn me. I take a few shuddering breaths, then another, and another.
Such a shout emits from somewhere above me that I almost pass out again.
"JASMINE!" it shouts. "You're alive, you're alive, you're alive!!!"
And sobbing, crying, and happy shouts, just over and over again, "You're alive."
I can't open my eyes because they feel like lead, and my tongue is cement. My whole body is rigid and stiff and my commands to move are ignored.
"Jasmine?" The voice is softer now. "Honey, you still need to breathe."
I take a few breaths.
"I thought you were dead. You stopped breathing, you stopped moving. WIll you move for me, Jasmine? I need to know that this isn't a dream."
"I want to," I tell him. "But I can't."
At least that's what I want to tell him. But I think I must be dead. Or something.
And then the tears start up again, at least I think they do, because I can feel the drops, and I can hear the sobs.
My eyes flutter open.
It's the doctor. The doctor was the one crying and the one cheering. He understands me. He also loves me.
He loves me. Such an easy phrase, but so hard to understand. He loves me, he loves me.
Oops. Breathe.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. "He loves me."
My voice is cracked and dry and barely audible, but it's there. I spoke. I did it.
I am alive.
(August 13, 2015 - 3:02 pm)
Luke~
I run down the dirt road. It is dark, and I can barely see where I am going. Finally, I pass through the woods and come upon my house. Exhausted and hungry, I push open the wooden door, fix myself some supper quietly, and head off towards my small, cold bed. In the morning, I will draw pictures for Jasmine and Nina and visit the hospital again.
Earnestine~
"It's time, Earnie," Nurse Mara says gently. She helps me out of bed and leads me from the room. I take a few deep breaths in. I am ready for this. Perhaps I will be able to see one day soon.
(August 17, 2015 - 1:17 pm)
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(August 18, 2015 - 4:55 pm)
Jasmine~
"Can you stand?" the doctor asks. I try sitting up, but my legs are stiff as a tree.
"No."
"Hm.... well, with the overreacting machines and the emergency, hastily installed CPR...." he starts muttering, using words I don't entirely understand. "You may be paralyzed. At least in your legs."
In ten minutes, I'm able to move my arms and my fingers and twist my body around. However, my legs simply refuse to move.
"It'll probably only be temporary," says the doctor, using the voice and face that usually means you're being optimistic but not really believing it. "You'll probably be confined to bed while we wait it out. If you're not walking around in a week, though, it may be permanent."
______
All right, I have a vote for us all- should Jasmine be permanently paralyzed, or will it be temporary? I'm not sure, myself.
(August 18, 2015 - 7:33 pm)
Earnestine~
"Earnestine, we are going to operate on your eyes," a doctor's voice calls from near me. I am lying on an operation table, taking deep breaths.
"You will be asleep the whole time, there is no need to worry," he assures me. I'm worried. I heard a commotion and loud, panicked voices from the second floor. The nurses were running in a flurry of activity, but I didn't catch what happened. I'm worried about the girl Selena told me ran into a wall and knocked herself out.
"Suicide problems," she whispered, but did not tell me how she knew. Most of all, I'm worried about my eyes. I want to go back to my family. I don't want this to happen tonight. Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off with an ear-splitting "BEEP BRING!" All the alarms in the hospital start alerting us of something. Is this a drill? Or the real deal? I ask myself, trying to stay calm. I can hear people near me, but all I can see is blackness. I can feel someone moving the bed, which I suppose is on wheels, out of the operation room. I can hear commotion; panic. Someone yells beside me distressedly. This is not a drill.
(August 19, 2015 - 8:51 am)
Richard~
The shrill alarms go off. No! It's a fire! Or a tornado! l jump out of my chair. "Run!" The doctor with me frowns. "Stay calm. It's probably nothing."
"It's not! We're going to die if we don't get out of here!"
"Sit down Richard-" A yell. And then a crash. They need help, whoever they are. No, it's too dangerous, you've got to get out. But they're in trouble. It's too scary.
And without deciding anything, l open the door and rush into the hallway. Dust and smoke fills the air. Fire? Or is the building collasping?
"Richard!" yells the doctor. "Get back here!" No, l wouldn't. There could be something back there. And there could be something a head of you.
Another yell for help. Before me l can see that part of the hallway has indeed collasped. Those people in the rooms!
But you can't go. Too scary.......
But they need help!
But you need to get out of here. Run. It will be much safer.
But what will happen to those people?
Someone else will help them.
It does sound like a good plan, so l dash down the hall. But what if no one does get to them? l stop in my tracks. l need to go back! l feel a wave of fear. Save yourself. Go the safe way.
l spin around. Go help them. l clamber off the rubble to one of the doors, which l yank open. No, don't go in there.
They need you.
The room is mostly crushed."Hey you!"
l look around for the voice, then find it. It belongs to a girl, leaning aganest the wall. "Why didn't you leave?" l ask her.
"Because l'm crippled, boy. Now help me out of here."
"Ah-h-h, y-yes." The sudden wave of courage that brought me here is now gone. "l-l-l'm Richard."
"Gloria."
(August 19, 2015 - 3:51 pm)
Luke~
I can't sleep. I have tossed and turned for a couple hours, and even drawn pictures for Nina and Jasmine. Deciding a walk might help, I slip out of my window, and drop lightly to the ground; only a few inches away, as my house is only one story. I take the pictures in my hand, and study them as I walk around in the brilliant moonlight. The first is for Nina, and it is the beautiful sunset I watched earlier. The second, for Jasmine, is a brown cotton-tail rabbit in tall, yellow-green grasses. I look up at the moon; almost full but not quite, and I notice something rising in the air besides it. It isn't a cloud... it is smoke. Could it be... the hospital? That instant, images of Nina, Kitty, Jasmine, the boy and girl in that room, Nurse Beatrice... they flash across my mind, and I am running. Through the trees, up the dusty road; the pictures still in my hands. I turn off onto the maine road. There are a few cars on the road, but they do not stop; they seem oblivious to that smoke hovering above them. I hear a wail from a siren, but it is distant. I round a bend; and there, black and orange agaisnt the sky, is the hospital. There are people outside; patients, doctors, watchers. I push past them and run into the burning building, though the hallways clogged with smoke, until I reach a busier floor. A girl looking around frantically is wheeled past me on a hospital bed. I get the feeling she doesn't see what she is looking at. The maine blaze of fire seems to be coming from this hallway, and I can barely breath because of all the smoke. From one of the rooms, a boy is struggling to carry a girl out of the flaming room. I rush over to help, coughing uncontrollably, and we manage to help the girl out of the room.
"Thank you," she says as a doctor runs towards us.
"You three get outside now!" He says urgently, pushing us towards the stairs. I fight him. I must get to Nina and Jasmine. As I try to run away, Jasmine's picture flies from my fingers, where it lands on a patch of flame, and quickly begins to burn. I am flung into the stairwell and have no choice but to continue; clutching Nina's picture tightly.
(August 21, 2015 - 9:59 am)
*Cleo*
Sirens are blaring all around me, I don't know where the nurses are, and I think it might be fire. Which means they'll probably fight it with water. Which is worse?
I run towards the door, but I know it will be locked. They've locked it ever since I told them about the monsters coming into my room, although I don't think they believed about the monsters. They probably just did it to make me feel better.
I bang on the door, over and over, but it's locked from the outside. Panic fills me and i know I'm going to die. Just like Daddy. Was this how he felt-helpless, hopeless, just wishing he could apologize to everyone? I feel tears stream down my face as the smoke closes around me...
Then the door flings open and there stands Christopher, covered in sweat. He runs in and struggles to pick me up, and that's all I can see before blackness clouds my vision.
~~~~~~~~
I'll write Christopher's perspective later, right now I have to go!
(August 21, 2015 - 5:43 pm)
Jasmine~
The fire starts in my room.
From what the doctor told me, my forced-breathing machine caught fire. It put itself out, but when I was able to sit up, it caught fire again.
Without hesitation, the doctor scoopes me up and carries me in his arms throuhg the hospital. We pass other people, also running for the exits, and then...
"Stop!"
The words come out of my mouth, and I point at Luke. He's running into the fire, towards my room. The doctor runs towards him, shouting the same word I had said: "Stop! Stop! Luke, stop! Jasmine's here!"
He turns and breathes a sigh of relief.
Breathes! I take a breath. While I do so, Luke shakes his head and keeps running.
"Ah," the doctor says, understanding something I don't. "Luke, come with me. We'll go to the emergency room. You're heading the wrong way."
He nods, and they run to the rooms.
There's only two people in there: the girl knocked out before, and her nurse.
"Nina!" shouts the nurse. "Come on, come on!"
But the girl has a crazed look in her eyes I've never seen before as she stares at the flames. Without a word, she starts walking towards them.
Luke, the doctor, and the nurse start pulling on her, restraining her from going into the flames. The doctor puts me down, but I don't mind. At this second, my life isn't at stake.
(August 22, 2015 - 4:23 pm)
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(August 30, 2015 - 3:18 pm)