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muserevival2014-01-23 08:15 pm
maybethatsalie) wrote in muserevival2014-01-23 08:15 pm
Quote of the Day 035.
“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse
Waking slowly, even taking a few attempts to manage to get his eyes open, it took a little while for Noah to realise he was in a different room to before. His head was aching, so the brighter room was starkly obvious to him and it caused him to squint, blinking a few times to try to get his bearings. He didn't even know that two and a half days had passed with him sleeping the hours away after over a week fighting the ice withdrawal. He still felt rotten, but it wasn't even in the same realms of rotten as before. His body felt heavy and exhausted, an ache all over his head feeling like it wasn't going to go away any time soon, and a nausea stuck inside him like a broken record that wouldn't quit.
The rails of the hospital bed were up and he had light straps around his arms and another belt-like one over his middle, but they weren't like the restraints he had before. He was once again with the oxygen mask on, something that had been removed for his own safety for a period there, but this time, he seemed to have more tubes and wires connected him. The beeps must be his own heartbeat, but he was too hazy for his brain to really work much of anything out.
His eyes fleetingly skimmed his surroundings, but he wasn't taking much in. He wasn't even sure if he was awake or just dreaming. At least this wasn't a nightmare. Just before he went to let his eyes slip closed again, struggling to even stay awake yet, they fell to a bright object on the table beside the bed. He blinked slowly, turning his head a little more, and found a bouquet of flowers in a vase with a teddy bear. Sleepily, he looked at them and then, for the first time since all this hellish horror had began hitting him, a hint of a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't need to read the card to know who they were from. There was something about seeing them there that flickered a soft hint of warmth and peace inside him. He let his eyes linger on them for a long time. No matter how poorly and weak he was feeling right now, in an uncertain place about his health and his life, the simplistic sight of those flowers was soothing and comforting, a symbol that maybe there was a hope he was over the worst. It was that sight he took with him when his eyes slipped shut with sleep once again claiming him.
Noah Cameron :: Original Character
- P. G. Wodehouse
Waking slowly, even taking a few attempts to manage to get his eyes open, it took a little while for Noah to realise he was in a different room to before. His head was aching, so the brighter room was starkly obvious to him and it caused him to squint, blinking a few times to try to get his bearings. He didn't even know that two and a half days had passed with him sleeping the hours away after over a week fighting the ice withdrawal. He still felt rotten, but it wasn't even in the same realms of rotten as before. His body felt heavy and exhausted, an ache all over his head feeling like it wasn't going to go away any time soon, and a nausea stuck inside him like a broken record that wouldn't quit.
The rails of the hospital bed were up and he had light straps around his arms and another belt-like one over his middle, but they weren't like the restraints he had before. He was once again with the oxygen mask on, something that had been removed for his own safety for a period there, but this time, he seemed to have more tubes and wires connected him. The beeps must be his own heartbeat, but he was too hazy for his brain to really work much of anything out.
His eyes fleetingly skimmed his surroundings, but he wasn't taking much in. He wasn't even sure if he was awake or just dreaming. At least this wasn't a nightmare. Just before he went to let his eyes slip closed again, struggling to even stay awake yet, they fell to a bright object on the table beside the bed. He blinked slowly, turning his head a little more, and found a bouquet of flowers in a vase with a teddy bear. Sleepily, he looked at them and then, for the first time since all this hellish horror had began hitting him, a hint of a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't need to read the card to know who they were from. There was something about seeing them there that flickered a soft hint of warmth and peace inside him. He let his eyes linger on them for a long time. No matter how poorly and weak he was feeling right now, in an uncertain place about his health and his life, the simplistic sight of those flowers was soothing and comforting, a symbol that maybe there was a hope he was over the worst. It was that sight he took with him when his eyes slipped shut with sleep once again claiming him.
Noah Cameron :: Original Character