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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 24, 2012 23:25:12 GMT -8
Storybrooke General Hospital
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Post by Mary Margaret on Aug 1, 2012 18:09:36 GMT -8
"...I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more; Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be, Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea."
Mary Margaret inhaled slowly as she closed the book of poetry on her lap and regarded the man in the coma. The one she'd been visiting and reading to day after day, night after night. It saddened her that no family nor friend had been to visit him since he'd been found and brought to the hospital. She wasn't sure if it was her place to be there for him, but she felt someone needed to be. For whatever reason, it should be her.
Aware that the ward had quieted to the sound of a few nurses' shuffing feet and the rhythmic beep of the machines in the room, she decided to head home. She placed the book back in her bag and walked to the door, stopping briefly to look back at the man sleeping there. Maybe one day his eyes would open. Maybe one day she would understand why she wanted them to. She let the door close behind her as she left.
***Mary Margaret leaves for her apartment***
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The Doctor
Getting Hooked
plg%%Dr Whale/Victor Frankenstein%%
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Post by The Doctor on Nov 2, 2012 16:05:49 GMT -8
Dr Whale understood why people disliked hospitals. It wasn't just the implications of death, it was everything. It was the strong smell of disinfectant that battled the sickly stench, it was the fixed smiles of people who had long ago detached themselves and it was the white walls that grew deeper in your perception over long periods of waiting. There was no mistake, hospitals were harsh places to be. Dr Whale understood that.
And he still loved the hospital. It was the ultimate triumph of science over nature, of life over death. Science was life, nature was death. After all, what was more natural than death?
Sex, maybe.
***Dr Whale leaves for the Rabbit Hole***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 28, 2014 4:06:58 GMT -8
As Gabriella strode into work, she noticed open stares from the nurses and doctors she passed, particularly uncomfortable ones from many of the male individuals. "Oh, look at that one. He's hot and he's boldly undressing us with his eyes. Come on Gabs. I'm bored. Let's have some fun." Gabriella shot a look of contempt toward the leering doctor but he simply winked in return. "Pig," she mumbled under her breathe as much to the doctor as Elle. Bore, she heard echoed back. A play on words. Cute, she thought sarcastically.
That damned voice in her head made her remember why. She wasn't her usual frumpy self. After her run-in with Mr. Gold, she'd forgotten to frump-up. It had been a carefree day with Michael. She hadn't felt the need to. Her costume glasses were at home. Her hair, though a bit mussed after the day, was down, nicely framing her face and not looking as nearly mussed as it did when she carelessly put it up and rather than a baggy outfit, she wore a nicer one that complimented her figure. Gabriella increased her pace and turned her face to the ground, watching it intently as her hair fell forward to cover her face, cursing Mr. Gold under her breathe the whole way.
As usual during the quieter parts of the evening, Gabriella found Whale sitting at his desk in the office they shared going over patient files. "Good evening," she mumbled distractedly as dropped her purse on the desk and began digging through it. "I'm taking the next two days off. Maybe three," she stated matter of factly without looking up from her task. Finding a hair band, she quickly gathered her hair into a messy mass and secured it.
Met with silence, she looked over at Whale. She was expecting a surprised reaction at the lack of response. She never took time off. "What?" she asked. "I'm well overdue for one. My vacation time has been capped for..." she made a half-hearted attempt to figure out the number but threw up her hands in exasperation, "years!"
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 28, 2014 11:52:09 GMT -8
Dr. Whale The hours have passed and the doctor still sat in his office checking the patient files again. It was already dark outside but he wasn't in a hurry. Again he turned a page without even reading what was written in this file like he did with the previous ones. He wasn't drunk nor sad or ill. He was just woolgathering. All his thoughts circulated around this date he was about to leave for. A blind date arranged by a friend who just made some mysterious suggestions. Had he said anything about boobs or weight or kids? Of course not... just the vacuous mentioning that it would be a pleasant evening and that he would recognize his date wearing a red flower.
Thinking about it he realized that his friend never even mentioned the gender of his date and for a short moment he felt a queasy feeling. Maybe it would be best to just skip the date and already start with a drink. The doctor took his feet down from his desk just ready to open the hidden drawer with his emergency reserve as he realized that Gabriella was standing in front of him. Her arms throwen up it seemed as if she was waiting for any response.
"Yeah... yeah... it's fine for me." He just babbled insecure what she had just asked but as long as it won't affect him he was fine with whatever she wanted to do again. Anxiously he looked to the old clock at the wall. It was late... almost time to leave in case he really wanted to join that blind date. With a single movement he just took the files again pretending to inspect one of them. In most cases people just left him alone when he did stuff like that.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 28, 2014 16:07:04 GMT -8
Huh. That was much easier than she had expected. Usually he was so nosy about anything in her life out of the boring ordinary. She chalked it up to him taking his promise to her father to keep a watchful eye over her too seriously. It was the only way her father had felt comfortable to start his new life of retirement sailing the world with his new wife. The fact that his new wife happened to be Whale's mother had been reason enough to entrust Whale with Gabriella's condition. She'd never be able to secure a job at a hospital if people knew. It was hard enough having to work the lower position of a nurse when she was extremely qualified to be a doctor. But that held too much risk. What if she had an episode during a delicate procedure? So her secret was safe between herself, her father, her new stepmother, and her new stepbrother.
But Mr. Gold knew. How the hell did he know? If she could succeed in delivering her end of the bargain, she wouldn't have to worry about episodes. She could pursue her dreams. She could get that doctorate and put her knowledge and talent to use. She could be normal. Let people in. Go through the real ups and downs of life without worrying about them as triggers. She suddenly found a new motivation to fulfill this deal.
As she started up her computer, she put Whale's flippant carefree mood to her advantage. "Maybe four or five even. We can play it by ear."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 28, 2015 14:43:59 GMT -8
The clock, which has been stuck at 8:15 for as long as anyone can remember, began to move once again promptly at 8:15 p.m.
Several hours pass. It is now the morning after the clock has started.
A few may have noticed the clock moving last night and those close enough may have realized when it chimed the 9 p.m. hour. Others may have learned by word of mouth or not until they next arrived in town.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 2, 2016 5:49:32 GMT -8
**With sirens and squealing tires the ambulance arrives right at the front door of the General Hospital**
William didn't remember the whole way, he just realized. Did he slept away? Was he unconscious? It was probably just the shock, which slowly let up on him now. William watched the ambulancemen stretchering the fireman off. The man's eyes seemed to squint for a moment. He was alive. He was going to be okay, William said to himself. So was he. Suddenly another cough attack overcame him, while another ambulance person reached him.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 6, 2016 22:03:28 GMT -8
***Gabriella enters from Michael Richards' Houseboat***
A nurse at the ready with Gabriella's white lab coat greeted her at the door and rushed alongside her, giving her the update. Gabriella shrugged into the coat, adjusting the little silver 'Gabriella' name tag, then fished the stethoscope from the pocket and wrapped it around her neck. Dr. Whale, the nurse explained, was attending to the fireman who appeared to be worse off than the patient Gabriella was being led to. "He's that nice man who owns the toy shop," the nurse added. "Such a shame. His shop is in bad shape and his attached living quarters badly smoked damaged." Small town living always came with details far beyond the medical as to what had occurred.
The nurse handed her a clipboard and chart of her patient and Gabriella scanned it as they arrived. Gabriella gave a distracted 'thanks' as the nurse quickly rushed off. She heard coughing on the other side of the door.
Gabriella stepped in and hurried over, dropped the chart at the end of the bed then helped him to sit up. "There now, breathe through your nose," she said, one hand gripping his as her other rubbed in soothing circles on his back. "That's it," she said as the old trick she'd learned from--well, she didn't remember where--did its job.
She adjusted his bed to a sitting position and arranged the pillows more comfortably. "I hear you've had quite an eventful morning," she said as she handed him the glass of water from his bedside table. "The coughing is to be expected but it'll pass. Are you experiencing any other discomforts, Mr. Robinson? Any burns?" she asked as she began checking his vitals.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 20, 2016 12:49:12 GMT -8
"There now, breathe through your nose,", William heard a female voice, as a hand gripped his, while another rubbed over his back. "That's it,"
One last caugh and the attack seemed to be over. William wanted to thank the woman, as she arranged the bed he was laying at, to get him into a sitting position. And then she pre-empt his urge to say something.
"I hear you've had quite an eventful morning,"
With a weak sounding "Thank you." William received the glass of water and take one little sip. His mouth was dry, but he even felt too weak to drink. Not exactly physically, but mentally.
"The coughing is to be expected but it'll pass. Are you experiencing any other discomforts, Mr. Robinson?
William was still appearing kind of distant. The occurrences of the last hour, or how much time however has passed till then, seemed to run before his eyes just now.
Any burns?"
William looked up in surprise. "I..." A pause. Another coughing. "No.", he then confirmed. "I'm fine." Very careful he placed the little half-destroyed toy locomotive, which still was in his right hand, at the bedside table.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 21, 2016 20:17:47 GMT -8
Gabriella waited patiently for his answer, knowing very well the distraction associated with trauma.
Satisfied that there weren't any burns that would have needed immediate attending, she continued with the vitals. She waited with calm patience for him to place the fire damaged toy car on the table and then took his wrist, counting his pulse as she watched the time tick off on her watch.
She glanced quickly at the toy car again and smiled as her eyes returned to her watch. "That's very lovely craftsmanship," she said. "Did you make it?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 26, 2016 9:06:07 GMT -8
"That's very lovely craftsmanship,""Did you make it?", the nurse spoke up again while checking his pulse.
William's eyes turned away from the little toy locomotive and at the same time he seemed to come back to the here and now, though the sad look in them didn't disappear fully. "No.", he lastly answered, let a short pause following, before he added with the hint of a smile. "But I've repaired it. One of the wheels was broken and the mechanism to make it move wasn't working either. You see those little cogs right here? I just had to..." William stopped with a chuckle, as he caught himself digressing into his element. "I'm sorry. I can be such a nerdy old man", he said with a friendly smile, leaning back into the pillow.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 26, 2016 10:28:17 GMT -8
Gabriella used her pointer finger to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose in an exaggeratedly nerdy fashion. "I assure you, I'm quite interested in the mechanics and workings of things other than people," she said with a grin. "I'd love to hear more about it."
Keeping patients talking was a great tactic to keep them distracted but unlike some of her coworkers, she was genuinely interested in most occasions, this one included. Perhaps because these interactions at work were the only ones she'd allowed herself up until very recently. These were fleeting, casual interactions with people who were only there for a handful of hours, a couple days at worst. She'd recently met Michael and allowed herself one casual interaction in her personal life and look where that had led her; straight under the thumb of Mr. Gold with the very reason she avoided interaction being used against her.
With years of practice, she easily pushed that worry of her life to the back of her mind and concentrated on listening to William as she continued her check-up and note jotting.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 26, 2016 13:31:17 GMT -8
William responded her smile. She seemed to be a friendly woman and although she maybe didn't truely wanted to hear him talking about handcraft stuff and wooden toy locomotives, he gave him the feeling to care about it. Maybe she even did.
"A lot of the toy in my shop I did myself. There are some..." Suddenly he made a bitter pause, while the nurse continued her check-up on him. "There were...", William corrected, but wasn't able to end the sentence though. "How long will you have to keep me here?", he suddenly changed the topic, sounding like he would be something like an uninvited guest. "I'm sure there are patients here needing your help more than an old garrulous man like me." William's lips again raised to a toneless chuckle.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 26, 2016 21:59:51 GMT -8
"Come now, we'll have none of that," she chastised. "If you continue to talk like that, I'll think you're trying to be rid of me and I'll take it personally." She smiled and then made a show of checking his chart. "Now as far as your stay here, we'll need to keep you for few days for observation. Smoke inhalation can have delayed or lasting effects so I'll need to monitor you."
She was sure to use a lot of medical terminology. Technically, she could have sent him home and requested he return for a check up in a couple days but she wasn't sure he had much of a home to return to. There was certainly enough room as nothing exciting ever occurred in this town. What was the harm in making use of one of the many empty beds in one of the many empty rooms?
"My only other overnight patient is a comatose John Doe," she continued, not giving him time to argue or ask additional questions. "He's not a very good conversationalist so I'll be looking forward to my visits with you. Have you had anything to eat, Mr. Robinson?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 30, 2016 7:24:03 GMT -8
"Come now, we'll have none of that,""If you continue to talk like that, I'll think you're trying to be rid of me and I'll take it personally."
The chuckle on William's lips raised a little bit more, causing only the quite hint of a laughter. When the nurse continued about his term for staying in hospital, folds went over his brow. He really didn't wanted to be a burden. Maybe this thought came up, because he's never been in this hospital before. Has he ever been in a hospital at all? Funnily he even didn't remember. Good heavens, he really seemed to become an old garrulous man.
"My only other overnight patient is a comatose John Doe,""He's not a very good conversationalist so I'll be looking forward to my visits with you. Have you had anything to eat, Mr. Robinson?"
William answered her question with a smile and a shrug with his shoulders. "I'm not that old yet." Even though if all his belongings have been destroyed by the fire, his sense of humor won't ever escape him. But at last his stomach spoke another language. A quite growling let him realize, how much time has passed since the fire broke out. "Oops. Got me."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 22, 2016 23:02:52 GMT -8
She grinned as she clicked her pen closed and slipped it back into her coat pocket. "Well, you don't need a fancy medical degree to take that as a 'yes,'" she teased. "I'll fetch you a breakfast tray."
She started to walk toward the door and paused after a glance at her watch. Surely someone would have made it here by now. It didn't take long to travel around this small town. However, traumatic events such as this were rare here and in the chaos of the aftermath, it wasn't unusual for something to be overlooked.
"Have any of the other nurses reached out to your emergency contacts yet?" she asked as she turned back to face him.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 23, 2016 4:24:53 GMT -8
William had to smirk a little. "How could I reject such an offer then?"
When the nurse made some steps toward the door, he leaned back again into his pillow. It was a hard day, even though it was still in the morning. Or at least he thought so. He actually wasn't sure, how long he has slept away before.
"Have any of the other nurses reached out to your emergency contacts yet?"
His head raised another time. For a moment he had a thoughtful expression on his face, before he got back his voice. "I fear not." He paused, then tried to continue with a little smile. "It's just this old man and his toys.." And for the first time he realized how alone he actually was. Since when did he lost his social contacts? He didn't remember. It was a while ago his shop was crowded with people. And family? No, there was none.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 1, 2016 22:52:51 GMT -8
Pity never served to help a sad situation. Rather, it tended to worsen it. Gabriella merely gave a nod, her features remaining that of a clinical professional as it had been when she'd asked the question. It wasn't until she'd left the room that a bit of sadness crept over them.
Gabriella returned after a bit carrying a tray with two breakfast plates. She'd found that the plates set out for the patients looked unappetizing and most likely long gone cold. Seeing as she hadn't eaten yet herself, she'd headed straight for the staff cafeteria.
"Here you are," she said, placing a plate of a fluffy Denver omelette, bacon, sausage, and breakfast potatoes on his bed tray and a glass of orange juice beside it. She sat on the chair beside his bed and balanced the tray with her plate on her lap. "You don't mind if I join you, do you? I haven't eaten yet myself." She gave a friendly smile as she placed her glass of orange juice on the bedside table and dug in without waiting for a response. After a morning of spelunking followed by the chaotic events that rushed her into work, she was famished.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 10, 2016 14:00:45 GMT -8
William has been deep into thoughts for a moment. Deep enough to even not have noticed, that the nurse had left the room. Well, what the hell! There still were some kids who needed that old man and his toys. Suddenly his attention went back to the little toy locomotive on the table next to the bed. A little smile lay on his lips. Yes, these kids needed him. They needed his stuff to keep the smile on their little faces. Because what would the world be like without a smile...
"Here you are,", a sudden voice threw him off his thoughts. William turned his head towards the door. It was the nurse, back with a plate with delicios looking food on it. Food, enough for two. William smiled at her. "Wow, looks like I've booked first class."
"You don't mind if I join you, do you? I haven't eaten yet myself."
William just gave her a nod, as she already took a seat on the chair next to him.
They both started to eat and now and then exchanged glances or a smile. William somehow felt the need to start a conversation. And what could suit him more than a joke, coming out with a fresh smile. "Don't tell me, there is no more handsome looking young man to share breakfast with in one of the other patient's rooms." A chuckle followed his words.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 10, 2016 17:10:16 GMT -8
Gabriella chuckled. "Not by a long shot," she said with a cheeky grin. "We live in a rather uneventful town. Most days, it's quiet around the hospital. The most interesting thing we have going is the mysterious John Doe coma patient and wondering if today will be the day he will awake or perhaps, someone will walk in and finally claim him."
She took another bite and chewed, looking thoughtful. "It's strange, really. I can't remember the last time I heard of any tourists venturing into our town but here we are with our very own mystery man, found alone and with no ID, no unclaimed vehicle found abandoned, nothing. It's as if he poofed here from out of nowhere."
"How about you, Mr. Robinson? Native of Storybrooke or did something about this place draw you to it?"
The question gave her pause. It sounded strange for some reason, even to her own ears. Oddly, she couldn't remember ever asking or discussing the past, especially when it pertained to Storybrooke. She shrugged it off as being the result of keeping to herself and avoiding connections with anyone accept her step brother; the one person who knew her secret. Well, two now she realized when Mr. Gold's face popped into her head as an unpleasant reminder. She pushed that aside and concentrated on her breakfast companion.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 12, 2016 11:48:05 GMT -8
A rather uneventful town. That was the case. You can't make a lot of money by running a toy shop in a town like Storybrooke. But then, he actually never thought about leaving. Even to think about it now seemed somehow odd. But William never cared about the big money anyway. It was the smile he earned for every single toy he created or repaired, which made him choose the job he did.
To hear her talking about that John Doe patient somehow brought back a little bit of his melancholy. "That's really sad. I hope someone from his family or friends will hear about him being here eventually." William really meant what he said. For one moment even a somehow black thought came into his mind. What would have happened, if he didn't woke up after the fire and if he was without any ID? He had been alone for too many years to really care about. No, for him the most important thing was to fulfill kid's wishes. To get their smile in return was invaluable and worth this hard life. But sometimes, there had been those evenings, in which he has felt the loneliness more than usual. When he had seen other people talking or walking hand in hand on his way of a late purchasing. On those evenings the empty walls in his home had felt colder than usual.
"How about you, Mr. Robinson? Native of Storybrooke or did something about this place draw you to it?"
"What? Oh.. you mean me?", William answered a little bit absentminded in the first moment, before his smile came back to his lips. "Do I look like a globetrotter to you?", he chuckled. "No no, I belong to Strorybrooke's old-timers." Though this town really was rather uneventful...
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 28, 2016 14:26:30 GMT -8
"I've not heard of that club," she joked, chuckling as an image of a room full of unlively geriatrics, mostly dozing, popped into her mind.
Feeling completely at ease now in his company, her thoughts turned whimsical. "If you could be anything, no matter the circumstances or time or place," she added with a dismissive wave of her fork, "what would you be?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 30, 2016 12:36:00 GMT -8
William had to chuckle himself, as he heard the nurse joking. It was good to meet someone with humor. Life could be serious enough, couldn't it?
"If you could be anything, no matter the circumstances or time or place,""what would you be?"
A grin formed on his lips. "Oh that is an easy question!", he suddenly spoke up. "I would for always be just a little boy having fun." No one scrutinizes a boy playing and using his imagination. But if you are a man, they start to. William sometimes imagined a place where it was possible to be a boy for always and then he wished that he had found that place many years ago. William let the serious look, which had appeared for a moment on his face, disappear and asked: "So, what's with you? What would you be?" This was some kind of an interesting game.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 30, 2016 21:35:29 GMT -8
"Oh that is an easy question!", "I would for always be just a little boy having fun."
Gabriella grinned at that as she picked up her orange slice. "Ah. A Peter Pan complex," she said as she concentrated on carefully peeling the skin off the orange slice. She did have to admit that that would be lovely. No responsibilities, fun and fancy free, no cares or worries, looking at the world through innocent eyes.
"So, what's with you? What would you be?"
"A pirate." Surprised by her own answer, Gabriella's thumb slipped and she was surprised once again as a stream of orange juice squirt right into her eye. She chuckled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. "I don't know where that came from. Not the juice--I saw exactly where that came from--" she joked, abandoning her orange for a napkin to dab at her stinging eye. "The pirate thing."
Gabriella looked thoughtful. It was probably her treasure hunting in the caves this morning but since that was done in secret, she settled on, "The Peter Pan mention, perhaps." Stinging sensation gone, she put down the napkin. "I want to sail the seas and see the world... so I suppose a pirate, sans the raiding and pillaging and plundering," she added in amusement.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 2, 2016 3:12:09 GMT -8
"Ah. A Peter Pan complex,"
William had to chuckle. "Probably. Except of the flying thing. I've a deep-seated problem with highs to be honest."
"A pirate.", the nurse lastly answered for her turn, before a stream of orange juice seemed to squirt right into her eye. "I don't know where that came from. Not the juice--I saw exactly where that came from--" William smiled. "The pirate thing.""The Peter Pan mention, perhaps.""I want to sail the seas and see the world... so I suppose a pirate, sans the raiding and pillaging and plundering,"
"That sounds plausible and also like a great adventure.", he threw in, before his own sight went a little bit thoughtfully too. "I know the Peter Pan train has left the station long ago", he chuckled though. "But sometimes I imagine to let everything behind, all duties, all things which make us feel not being our own master, and just leave this place to see the world. Sometimes I feel like cooped up here. Do you know what I mean?" Wiliam was somehow sure she didn't. He felt like being the only one who got such dark thoughts at times. Or was it the fact everything which hold him here has just burnt down? William shrugged his shoulders and picked up one of the oranges himself.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Oct 2, 2016 10:23:49 GMT -8
**Enters from Mary Margaret's Apartment**
Mary Margaret walked down the halls with a purpose. Thankfully she didn't need to think about where she was going, she could rely on muscle memory so long as no one stopped to talk. She was lost in thought. The bell tolling in the clock tower had caused her a delay that threw off her normal routine from that moment on. She had even missed stopping into Granny's for her coffee. Perhaps when she left, on her way to school then.
Her bag was heavy this morning with a myriad of projects her students had been working on. A whole collection of hand drawn cards of the "get well" variety. It was the sweetest thing to watch them hard at work, their little imaginations running wild as they decorated the paper with whatever they could think of. The teacher knew just how to arrange them.
The staff at the hospital was so supportive too, Mary Margaret was glad they let her do things like this. It was one thing to allow a token or two but all this! It was a labor, but a labor of love. From everyone. That was a funny thought to have popped into her head, she didn't even know the recipient of all this. But she often thought how much she would like that to change. If only he would wake up to find them. The young woman vaguely heard voices to her side, a man and a woman from the sound as she turned that last corner but she proceeded between the isle of beds. Most of the patients were still resting but she still smiled and offered greetings to those who were already up.
Finally she reached the sliding glass doors that separated her from their John Doe. He lay peacefully just as she had left him. Her mind relaxed, ceasing its wanderings and stopping in the moment. Yes she did not know him but somehow he still felt like family. And she knew he would appreciate the vigil so many held, waiting for his return.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 2, 2016 10:53:17 GMT -8
"That sounds plausible and also like a great adventure.", "I know the Peter Pan train has left the station long ago"
"You're only as old as you feel," she quickly interjected.
"But sometimes I imagine to let everything behind, all duties, all things which make us feel not being our own master, and just leave this place to see the world. Sometimes I feel like cooped up here. Do you know what I mean?"
Gabriella's expression went from surprised to stony. Not being our own master. Why had he used those words? It was so on-the-nose of how she felt that she was momentarily struck staring in stony silence. "Yes, I know all too well what you mean." The sound of her own voice, so quiet and so serious, shook her from whatever had overcome her. She managed a grin as she stood and started to tidy up. "It's time for you to get some rest and for me to do my rounds."
Plates and cups all gathered onto the tray, Gabriella said, "I'll be around to check on you later." She stopped at the door and turned, giving him a genuine smile, one of friendship and a new found kinship. "I enjoyed our talk, Mr. Robinson," she said before closing the door to his room.
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Gabriella had dropped off the tray at the cafeteria kitchens and had started making her rounds. It was taking longer as she found herself quite distracted with thoughts and flashes that intruded on her concentration.
Her conversation with Mr. Robinson had left her feeling shaken. Odd images and odd feelings stirred deep within her mind. Pirates and ships and sailing. They were flashes, lasting hardly long enough to process and all of them unfamiliar and yet... familiar. Some were of people she knew--Michael with flashes of his hair in long dreadlocks, Mr. Robinson, his skin flashing between his normal coloring and a blue hue, Mr. Gold's with his skin flashing between normal and scaly--and some were strangers, many in pirate garb. The ones of strangers went by in passing but as she reached for the handle to John Doe's room, one had effected her. She stood still, an odd look on her face as she stared unseeing through the glass door to the white wall beyond and tried to conjure up the image of the stranger who had made her heart flutter.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 2, 2016 14:58:05 GMT -8
"Yes, I know all too well what you mean.", William suddenly heard her surprising and somehow stony sounding respond.
He has paused with the orange in his hand and had a look back at her instead. Did he say something wrong? He didn't intend to make her feel unpleasant at all. But well, it seemed he wasn't the only one feeling somehow caged at times.
"It's time for you to get some rest and for me to do my rounds.", she suddenly added with a friendly grin, starting to tidy up the rest of their breakfast. Only the orange remained in his hand. "I'll be around to check on you later."
Before she disappeared through the door, William wanted to thank her for their nice talk, as she preempted him, stopping at the door and turning around with a smile. "I enjoyed our talk, Mr. Robinson,"
"So did I.", he responded with a warm smile, before he quickly added: "Oh and it's William." He got another smile, before the nurse left through the door.
William leaned back into his pillow, just now noticed the tiredness coming over him. His head turned to the side and his eyes glanced at the little toy locomotive at the table next to him one last time, before he was sent into a dream.
**William fell asleep*
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 19, 2016 20:58:28 GMT -8
Mary Margarett savored each moment upon arriving at her second favorite destination in town. The most fascinating and mysterious spot. Full of so many emotions. Happiness, sadness, grief, and yet always hope. It was there at the end of it all. People just needed to see it. And she did. That's why it always brought her spirits up. Carefully the young woman reached out for the handle of that mostly glass door when she felt a shock, literally! A charge shot through her hand as it made contact with another woman also reaching for the same handle!
"I am so sorry! I was just reaching for the door and I didn't think anyone was here. It's so silly of me not to notice a person standing right next to me as if you just dropped right out of the sky. It's just so... Hi." she said as she just decided to cut herself off. The teacher's mouth hung open for a second longer than anticipated as she searched for a name. She knew the staff so well but for some reason she was having trouble. "Nurse... Stevenson!"
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