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muserevival2014-02-14 10:33 pm
burninginside) wrote in muserevival2014-02-14 10:33 pm
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056.5. Misc prompt
"For some moments in life there are no words." - David Seltzer
It had only been about half an hour since a knock came to the door of Cole's private a room in the rehab clinic and one of the staff handed him a massive bunch of roses which had been delivered to him. He had questioned whether it was a mistake, even, because it was the last thing in the world he would have expected. Or the second last thing, as he would discover within the next hour of his life.
He had just gotten out of the shower, only just having pulled on his jeans and sweatshirt to get ready for the appointment with his case worker when they arrived. It was an appointment Cole was going to discuss with her the possibility of him staying checked in for another month. Some days, his stay in here felt like it was never going to end and he couldn't wait to get out. But others, he hadn't been sure it was long enough. He wasn't sure if he was confident enough to go back to his life and be able to stay clean. Their last session, she told him those fears were perfectly normal, but if he wanted to stay for another period of intensive therapy beyond the week and a half he had left here, they could talk it all out at their next appointment.
The roses had been from Emilio he discovered when he read the card with the sweet message of not only unconditional support, but encouragement and signed with a promise he would wait for Cole as long as he needed it to take. It was Valentine's Day. Holy fuck, that was never something Cole had ever celebrated or even really believed in. At least, he thought he hadn't. But sitting there looking at the flowers, he felt guilty he hadn't been in a position to return the gesture. If he was honest, he had lost track of the dates and the days, but something told him inside that it was glaringly obvious Emilio was a true romantic at heart. Valentine's Day would mean something to him, and here was the evidence.
Cole was just tying up his blue Converse shoes, still looking at the roses, when another knock had come to his door. He was pretty sure no one else on the face of the earth beyond Emilio would have interest in honouring him on Valentine's Day, so there was no way it could be another delivery of flowers. It was a bit too early for his case worker to come meet him too, though maybe she had just finished her last session early. It was strange, though. They usually kept to a tight schedule in there to help give the patients structure to focus on. He went to answer to the knock, and there wasn't more flowers, and it wasn't his case worker either. He didn't know what it was in Flynn's face, in his eyes, but Emilio immediately felt like someone had tipped ice cold water down his back right before pulling the ground out from beneath him.
Something happened to Des. That was the first place Cole's mind went to before any words were even spoken. Of course it would. Why else would Flynn be here in person when the only authorised visitor Cole had his own stay here had been Emilio, and with plenty of prior warning. Flynn wasn't alone either. Cole's case worker was there with him, and they both looked like someone had just ran over their dog. An awful, awful analogy Cole would realise when he heard the real reason Flynn was there.
Flynn delivered the terrible news of Emilio's car accident with his voice choked up like he was struggling to hold it together himself. Cole had known Flynn for a long time, but never had he seen him like this. Flynn had a dry and sarcastic sense of humour, he had a dirty mind and a wicked smile to match. It's just who he was. But all of that was absent. Flynn looked pale and tired, like he had been up all night, and when he told Cole what had happened the night before, Cole had no words. He couldn't speak, he was in shock, he felt numb. He paled himself and just stood there, staring blankly at Flynn almost as if he hadn't understood a word the guy just told him.
But he did understand. He understood but was struggling to believe it. A ringing had started in his ears and it drowned out the rest of what Flynn was saying. Still no words came, and when his case worker asked him if he wanted to go back to New York with Flynn, all Cole could do was give a slight nod and proceed to stand there frozen in shock. He had stood at the end of his bed while his case worker and Flynn packed up his things, and when Flynn told him they had to go and they might make it back before Emilio was out of surgery, Cole just gave another mute nod. He picked up the roses and the small stuffed toy Emilio had sent him when Des gatecrashed his detox and stiffly followed Flynn out of the room.
He wasn't functioning for any of the procedural stuff. Flynn took care of the discharge paperwork and all Cole had to do was sign his name. Cole didn't even take in when his case worker and another of his therapists explained they would be in touch, and he could call the facility any time of the day or night he needed. There were emphatic reminders that he had to focus on staying clean, there were other ways of coping, but it was falling on deaf ears. Flynn took all the relevant paperwork, and Cole completely missed the look of deep concern Flynn gave him when the therapist asked him if wanted to be put in touch with a therapist in New York to support him with staying clean through the stress.
It was too much for Cole to process, so he didn't. The next thing he knew, he was in the car and they were heading away from the rehab facility and out of Connecticut. He had been nursing the roses in his lap, not wanting to let go of them. But the emotional overload and the dizzying whipping by of the scenery out the car window sparked a sickening lurch in his stomach and he was telling Flynn to pull over. He held himself up on the car door as he threw up forcefully on the roadside covered in snow, almost losing his footing at one point when his legs began to feel weak.
He wasn't sure if he was completely done, but he took a couple of stumbled steps back away from the mess by Flynn's car, wiping at his mouth on the back of his hand. He felt like he was going to pass out, but instead came a broken hoarse sob when the reality broke through the shock. He sunk to his knees in the snow and put his hands over his face when the sobs started to come in earnest then. He couldn't even pinpoint exactly what triggered it, but once he started, he couldn't stop... and he wasn't sure he wanted to either.
Cole Carrington
( original character )
It had only been about half an hour since a knock came to the door of Cole's private a room in the rehab clinic and one of the staff handed him a massive bunch of roses which had been delivered to him. He had questioned whether it was a mistake, even, because it was the last thing in the world he would have expected. Or the second last thing, as he would discover within the next hour of his life.
He had just gotten out of the shower, only just having pulled on his jeans and sweatshirt to get ready for the appointment with his case worker when they arrived. It was an appointment Cole was going to discuss with her the possibility of him staying checked in for another month. Some days, his stay in here felt like it was never going to end and he couldn't wait to get out. But others, he hadn't been sure it was long enough. He wasn't sure if he was confident enough to go back to his life and be able to stay clean. Their last session, she told him those fears were perfectly normal, but if he wanted to stay for another period of intensive therapy beyond the week and a half he had left here, they could talk it all out at their next appointment.
The roses had been from Emilio he discovered when he read the card with the sweet message of not only unconditional support, but encouragement and signed with a promise he would wait for Cole as long as he needed it to take. It was Valentine's Day. Holy fuck, that was never something Cole had ever celebrated or even really believed in. At least, he thought he hadn't. But sitting there looking at the flowers, he felt guilty he hadn't been in a position to return the gesture. If he was honest, he had lost track of the dates and the days, but something told him inside that it was glaringly obvious Emilio was a true romantic at heart. Valentine's Day would mean something to him, and here was the evidence.
Cole was just tying up his blue Converse shoes, still looking at the roses, when another knock had come to his door. He was pretty sure no one else on the face of the earth beyond Emilio would have interest in honouring him on Valentine's Day, so there was no way it could be another delivery of flowers. It was a bit too early for his case worker to come meet him too, though maybe she had just finished her last session early. It was strange, though. They usually kept to a tight schedule in there to help give the patients structure to focus on. He went to answer to the knock, and there wasn't more flowers, and it wasn't his case worker either. He didn't know what it was in Flynn's face, in his eyes, but Emilio immediately felt like someone had tipped ice cold water down his back right before pulling the ground out from beneath him.
Something happened to Des. That was the first place Cole's mind went to before any words were even spoken. Of course it would. Why else would Flynn be here in person when the only authorised visitor Cole had his own stay here had been Emilio, and with plenty of prior warning. Flynn wasn't alone either. Cole's case worker was there with him, and they both looked like someone had just ran over their dog. An awful, awful analogy Cole would realise when he heard the real reason Flynn was there.
Flynn delivered the terrible news of Emilio's car accident with his voice choked up like he was struggling to hold it together himself. Cole had known Flynn for a long time, but never had he seen him like this. Flynn had a dry and sarcastic sense of humour, he had a dirty mind and a wicked smile to match. It's just who he was. But all of that was absent. Flynn looked pale and tired, like he had been up all night, and when he told Cole what had happened the night before, Cole had no words. He couldn't speak, he was in shock, he felt numb. He paled himself and just stood there, staring blankly at Flynn almost as if he hadn't understood a word the guy just told him.
But he did understand. He understood but was struggling to believe it. A ringing had started in his ears and it drowned out the rest of what Flynn was saying. Still no words came, and when his case worker asked him if he wanted to go back to New York with Flynn, all Cole could do was give a slight nod and proceed to stand there frozen in shock. He had stood at the end of his bed while his case worker and Flynn packed up his things, and when Flynn told him they had to go and they might make it back before Emilio was out of surgery, Cole just gave another mute nod. He picked up the roses and the small stuffed toy Emilio had sent him when Des gatecrashed his detox and stiffly followed Flynn out of the room.
He wasn't functioning for any of the procedural stuff. Flynn took care of the discharge paperwork and all Cole had to do was sign his name. Cole didn't even take in when his case worker and another of his therapists explained they would be in touch, and he could call the facility any time of the day or night he needed. There were emphatic reminders that he had to focus on staying clean, there were other ways of coping, but it was falling on deaf ears. Flynn took all the relevant paperwork, and Cole completely missed the look of deep concern Flynn gave him when the therapist asked him if wanted to be put in touch with a therapist in New York to support him with staying clean through the stress.
It was too much for Cole to process, so he didn't. The next thing he knew, he was in the car and they were heading away from the rehab facility and out of Connecticut. He had been nursing the roses in his lap, not wanting to let go of them. But the emotional overload and the dizzying whipping by of the scenery out the car window sparked a sickening lurch in his stomach and he was telling Flynn to pull over. He held himself up on the car door as he threw up forcefully on the roadside covered in snow, almost losing his footing at one point when his legs began to feel weak.
He wasn't sure if he was completely done, but he took a couple of stumbled steps back away from the mess by Flynn's car, wiping at his mouth on the back of his hand. He felt like he was going to pass out, but instead came a broken hoarse sob when the reality broke through the shock. He sunk to his knees in the snow and put his hands over his face when the sobs started to come in earnest then. He couldn't even pinpoint exactly what triggered it, but once he started, he couldn't stop... and he wasn't sure he wanted to either.
( original character )