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Post by Aaron Reid Jackson on Aug 17, 2013 0:17:13 GMT
Aaron stumbled into the hospital car park clutching at his stomach and ribs he'd tried unsuccessfully to attempt to help break up a bar fight that was quickly turning into an all out brawling fest it was obvious he had not faired very well in his attempt to be a good Samaritan. His three year old brother Logan trailed close to his side holding onto his shirt so he didn't fall too far behind. He stumbled and leaned against a car to support himself for a moment before he stumbled onwards to the hospital he hoped he'd make it before he collapsed because at the moment he didn't have high hopes that he would make it in time. He looked at Logan who looked at him with wide eyes Aaron managed to say as calmly as he could, "Hey Logan can you go call for help okay? you got that go get help tell someone I could use some help okay?" He stumbled and collapsed onto his side as he watched his brother dash off in search of help.
He blinked as it started to rain lightly at first then soon it was pouring down with great sheets of ice cold rain. Aaron hoped his brother would safe and that he would get help because he was sure he'd been stabbed in the stomach and he'd taken a lot of blows to the face and chest so many that he was sure he had broke ribs and that he had a concussion from all of the blows he'd received. He took in a ragged breath and he lay on side in the parking lo waiting for help to come if it would at all he trusted Logan to go into the hospital and call for help but he wasn't sure if he would remember where Aaron was in the Car Park.
Aaron looked up as he saw Logan tottering towards him followed by someone he could see properly enough to see if it was a nurse or a doctor or at least a hospital personnel and not just a random person from the waiting room but any help would be appreciated at the moment.
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Post by Sorrel Lynnette Castelle on Aug 21, 2013 5:00:48 GMT
Quite honestly, Sorrel hadn't been very willing to go to the doctors about her disorder. Her aunt, however, had encouraged her that it would be better to get medication, and the panic attacks would lessen. So Sorrel had given in and gone to get the medicine. She was diagnosed with mild panic disorder and given a prescription for Effexor XR. She just hoped it would work. She didn't want to be taking pills every day just to find out that they were useless. Shoving the slip of paper carelessly in the pocket of her shorts she made her way back outside the hospital. She was tired, and all she really wanted to do right now was go get the medication then drive straight back to her apartment. Maybe collapse on the couch, turn on the t.v., and cuddle with her dog Maisie for a bit before going to bed. She glanced at her watch to check the time. 9:08. She had finished all her work for her classes tomorrow, so she didn't have to worry about that, thank god. What she did have to worry about was that pouring rain. Lacking an umbrella, she braced herself, ready to hurry over to her car.
Already she could smell the familiar scent of rain on hot asphalt and hear thunder rumbling in the distance. She absolutely adored thunderstorms, but not when she had to walk all the way to her car and get soaked. Add take a shower to the list of things to do tonight. Another roll of thunder boomed, and for a moment she thought she heard a voice calling out for help. She stopped in her tracks, glancing around, and spotted a small figure a bit ways away. She approached the silhouette, and upon further inspection saw that it was a toddler. Little boy, couldn't be more than 3, maybe 4 years old. "Are you alright?" she called out to him, concern written on her face. What was a little kid doing in the middle of a hospital parking lot in the rain. She could barely make out the words he was speaking, but she caught bits and pieces, the most important one being "brother" and "hurt." He then scampered off, and Sorrel followed after him. This rain was positively dreary, and while she normally liked this type of weather, she cursed the clouds for soaking her through like she was. She hoped the prescription slip would stay dry.
A couple yards of walking later she saw a figure laying on the side of the parking lot. "Oh shit," Sorrel cursed, picking up her pace and rushing over towards the injured person, "Oh man, are you okay? C'mon, you need to get in the hospital." Without waiting for the man's response, she took a firm but gentle hold on his shoulder, heaving him up and helping him along, leading him towards the hospital doors as quickly as possible.
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Post by Aaron Reid Jackson on Aug 21, 2013 21:09:24 GMT
Aaron blinked the rain out of his eyes as he watched Logan come stumbling back towards him followed by a girl who had to be around his age. He took in a shuddering breath of relief at the prospect of getting help more specifically medical help. He gave the girl a weak smile his hands shook violently some from loss of blood and the other because he was cold as sin at the moment as he gave Logan a shaky thumbs up to try and reassure the little boy. All he had wanted to do was go home after work, eat dinner and watch a nice movie with Logan and big bowl of popcorn that obviously wasn't going to happen not for a couple of days.
He let out a grunt as the girl helped him to his feet and they stumbled towards the hospital entrance. He could see as they entered the hospital just how bad his injuries were because of the instant panic to get a doctor and a gurney for him the second the hospital staff caught sight of him. He looked at the girl and said,"Watch my brother please..." He didn't know if she would but he would have to trust him at the moment considering he was on the verge of fainting.
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Post by Sorrel Lynnette Castelle on Aug 22, 2013 4:42:06 GMT
With the added weight of a full-grown man, Sorrel had to step quickly but carefully so as not to slip on the slick asphalt. "What'd you do, wrestle with a bear?" she grunted, eyeing his wounds. Luckily the hospital entrance was only a few yards away, so soon enough they stepped into the building, where the nurses and doctors reacted respectably quickly, and she soon found herself relieved of supporting the guy. Despite his poor state the injured boy still managed to call out to her, requesting he take care of his brother. Sorrel nodded, turning to the young boy. So they were brothers. For the briefest of moments Sorrel wondered how her siblings were fairing. Though she didn't have much time to spare on ponderings, as she was now left in charge of a small boy.
Sorrel wasn't much of a babysitter, nor was she all that good with entertaining children, especially small ones. All the same she tried, crouching down and offering the young boy a comforting smile, "Don't worry, your brother will be alright. Come on, let's go take a seat in the waiting room and wait for the doctors to fix him up, okay?" she offered him a hand, leading him to the plastic chairs. Luckily there were a couple toys and kids books, so she hoped that he would be able to entertain himself, because she certainly wouldn't be very good at doing so. She sat in the hard, blue plastic chair and glanced over to the bustling medics. Here she was, taking care of some kid she didn't know while waiting for a complete stranger to return. A rather odd situation, she had to admit. |
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Post by Aaron Reid Jackson on Aug 24, 2013 18:55:41 GMT
Aaron winced as the doctors and nurses fussed over him giving him medicine and stitching up his stab wound a few over cuts and scrapes he had including one over his left eyebrow. He leaned his head back against the pillow as they last of the nurses left the room he'd been transferred into. He hoped that Logan was okay he knew his brother would be fine with the girl but he wasn't sure if the hospital staff would let him keep Logan with him over night seeing as how young Logan was and the fact that he wasn't Logan's legal guardian he didn't want to risk having Logan taken away if the police found out that he and Logan had been living without parents for 3 years without anyone finding out.
He let out a sigh as he remembered that he would have to make a statement with the police about the riot and what he was doing there, why he was attacked, why did he take a 3 year old so close to a violent riot, who attacked him and what his attacker looked like. Aaron rubbed a hand over his face he had no idea who his attacker was there was so many people throwing punches around that it could have been anyone of the guys there. He looked up as the girl and Logan entered the room where he'd been assigned.
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Post by Sorrel Lynnette Castelle on Aug 24, 2013 21:13:33 GMT
A few minutes later a nurse approached Sorrel, offering her a towel. She had forgotten that she was drenched from the rain. She thanked the nurse and toweled off. Her clothes and hair were still damp, but they weren't as wet as they had been. She turned to the little boy, who she'd learned was named Logan, crouching down so she was at the same level as him, and offered him the towel, "Want to dry off?" he said yes, and she helped him dry off quickly. He didn't seem to mind the wetness as much as she had, so he only took a few moments to dry off his skin before handing it back to her. She returned it too the nurse before sitting back down.
After a lot of waiting and a few moment where Sorrel almost nodded off, a nurse finally beckoned for Sorrel and Logan. She stood, taking Logan's hand and following the nurse into the room. "You look like crap." Sorrel observed upon first glance at the boy. She had always been terribly blunt. "Er, no offense." Crossing her arms, she walked a couple steps into the room before stopping a few steps from his bedside, "What happened?" |
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Post by Aaron Reid Jackson on Sept 4, 2013 19:34:11 GMT
Aaron gave her a weak wave as he said, "Bar fight, I tried to break it up turns out it was the start of a full on riot its on the news now I heard one of the nurses talking about it. The swat teams going in the break it up I think it's about sports or something its sports night at a lot of the bars baseball or something but yeah... A concussion, a few broken ribs and a nasty stab wound to the side later here I am an unsuccessful bystander of a riot" He ruffled Logan's hair and said, "Hey there Logie you have fun in the waiting room?" he smiled at Logan's innocence as the little boy smiled and nodded.
He knew he'd have to talk to Logan about what he saw later because despite the little boy's calm demeanor he had to be panicking right now and was most likely confused as to what exactly happened and why his brother was in the hospital right now and what a hospital was exactly. He looked at the clock mounted on the wall above the doorway and grimaced it was so late Logan was going to be a nightmare to deal with the next day He figured he wouldn't take Logan to day care the next day and let them both have a week off before they both got back to their usual routines. He hoped he had enough money to pay his upcoming rent bill because he couldn't afford to lose the apartment not now not with himself in the state he was in at the moment because the bar fight.
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Post by Sorrel Lynnette Castelle on Sept 7, 2013 4:40:22 GMT
A bar fight, huh? He couldn't be older than her, why was he at a bar? And why did he have a young child there? Sorrel didn't voice these curiosities, however; it wasn't her place. "Sounds like you're in some pretty deep sh...crap." She hadn't really been around small kids in a while, she had to watch her word choice. "How're you gonna get out of it?" She knew for a fact that he was going to be asked about what happened, especially if the swat team was there, and it was on the T.V. No doubt injuries would be reported, in which case... "Well it could be worse, I suppose." A very dry attempt at optimism, but it was all she could offer. Being anything but optimistic would probably not be the best way to deal with the situation.
Sorrel's pale gaze drifted towards Logan, her mind whirring curiously. For a moment she stayed quiet, debating, before finally opening her mouth, "Look, I know it's not my business, and if you don't want to answer you don't have to, but... are you guys okay?" she resisted the urge to flinch at her poor word choice, "I mean, a place to stay, a stable job, that kind of thing?" she ran a hand through her hair, leaning her back against the wall, "I know it's not my place to ask, and like I said if you don't want to answer you don't have to, but..." |
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