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It was late but Meeko couldnt sleep. She snuck out of her room and pranced, barefooted down the polished hall until she passed a lighted room. She watched quietly through the glass, bored out of her wits.

Chandler suppressed a loud groan as he curled up in the corner of his room, holding his pounding head in his trembling hands. Not even five hours ago he'd had one of his famous siezures, and according to the doctors this one had been pretty serious. Ever since then his head had left him in agonizing pain, and even the maximum dose of pain meds only took the edge off. He hated it. He wanted to die so as to get rid of the pain. Just one problem: Chandler was afraid of death. He'd seen too many people in his lifetime die at some time or another. One would expect someone like him to be crazed and stuck inside a padded white room from all the experiences, but he'd miraculously been able to remain sane.
Struggling for breath, he stood up and made his way to the door, leaning on it for a few moments before opening it. He was greeted by the cool air of the hallway, thick with the smells of death, sickness, and medicine. Gross. Sucking in a sharp breath he staggered towards the water fountains at the end of the hallway, stopping every few moments to lean against the wall and hold his head. It felt as though someone had slammed a hammer into his face..Ugh. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down a different hallway, noticing a girl looking into a room. "Hullo.." he whispered, leaning against the wall weakly. "What're you doing up so late?"

Meeko squeaked and flipped around, startled by the voice. She blinked up at the boy who seemed to be in agonizing pain. She tilted her head and moved her hands gently up, placing them on the sides on his head. She wanted to help, but she didn't know how to, nor could she explain who she was and why she was up. All she knew was that the boy was in a tremendous amount of pain.

Chandler pulled away from the girl's touch, releasing a loud groan of pain as he sank to his knees. He'd had pretty bad headaches before, but never one this bad...it scared him. Fighting tears, the young boy grabbed at his hair and breathed deeply, trembling violently as he remained in place. His head was pounding...Every moment felt like someone was jabbing a nail into his forehead. "It hurts..." he whimpered quietly, keeping his eyes closed. And sure enough, it did. It hurt like hell. He bent over so that his head was on his knees and messed with his hair, attempting to take his mind off the pain. Ha, like that would work!
Up until then, he'd completely forgotten about the girl. Hesitant, he stood up and opened his eyes, leaning against the wall unsteadily as he looked at the girl. She was a pretty specimen....looked like she could use a hug. "I'm sorry.." he murmured quietly, turning around to walk away. Maybe sleep would help..

Ivory couldn't remember anything other than this room. She was never leaving. Long ago the nurses helped her decorate the small 15 by 15 room and the attached 6 by 6 bathroom, but still, you can see the hospital room barely concealed under the decor. Sometimes she wondered what would happen when she died, would they take down the decorations and throw them in some biohazard waste bin? Probably.

The doctors wern't sure what was wrong with her, to be honest. They knew the symptoms and side effects of whatever illness had possessed her, but none of them added up to anything specific. She was like a study. An experiment. The symptoms were as follows; her body couldn not process food in any form, the only thing she could have that wasn't intrevenious was water, periodically her she would get head splitting migrains, which, it turns out, coenside with the random swelling of her brain. Also, her blood levels were never stable, too many RBCs one week, not enough the next. Never enough WBCs it seemed. Her bones were terribly fragile, because of her low low calcium levels.

She doesn't know her parents. She can't remember them. When she was barely two they dropped her off here, like it was an orphanage, and never returned. The nurses are like her family, aswell as the three doctors that take shift at the floor. They pity her, and she doesn't like that, they think that she is far to sweet to have the life she has now. They taught her how to read and write and do math on a basic level, and when she craved more education, they pitched in and hired her a private tutor. Who taught her guitar as well as the other subjects.

Sometimes, when Ivy couldn't sleep, she would pick up her guitar, the one that everyone on the floor chipped in to buy her a few years ago for her birthday, and she would strum and pick notes and come up with melodies. She would jot them down in a music notebook she recieved from a friend who had passed last year. She was doing this now, but the redundancy didn't sit well with her so she decided to get up. She quietly opened and shut her door, stiding out in a pair of baggy flannel pants and a camisole. One hand was pulling the IV pole behind her. She roamed the halls silently for a while and then she saw two others, a boy she didn't recognize and the girl who couldn't speak. She gave a single silent wave.

Meeko followed the boy, worried about her new friend. She looked around the hall for help when she saw the girl. She didn't know what to do. How could this girl help? She gave the girl a smile, half happy that she had been nice enough to wave, but mostly worried about the boy. As she followed quietly behind him, she caught the attention of a doctor walking by. She let the boy go on his own as she tugged on the doctor's arm, pointing to the direction of the boy. All of the doctors became friends with Meeko sooner or later. She had been in the hospital for 12 years, and every doctor has had their fair share of time with her, and she's successfully stolen every doctor and nurses heart so far.

She pulled on the doctors coat, trying to steal their attention from the clip-board they carried. "Oh, Meeko." The doctor looked at her, then turned to the direction of the boy. "Ah.. that young man. Are you off to make more friends, Meeko?" The doctor laughed, but hardly felt the pain Meeko did when she remembered the last friend she had, who passed away from terminal cancer 6 months before. "We're trying, my dear." The doctor sighed and took the pen from his ear. "I can't honestly tell you what that boy is going through. All we can do now is use the time we have to preform tests. He's a lot like you, you know." The doctor smiled down at her and Meeko patted his hand with a smile and pranced off to catch up with the boy.

He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Chandler fell to the ground with an agonized groan, clutching his head. The pain had increased suddenly, blinding him with pain. He hissed and curled up into a ball, struggling to breathe as he grabbed his hair. Why? Why was this happening to him? What had he done to deserve such pain? He didn't know...he didn't care. All he wanted was to go to sleep...into a forever sleep where he couldn't wake up.

They wouldn't do it. No matter how much he had pleaded, cried, complained, they wouldn't grant him such a horrible wish. He hated them for it..he hated them all. He understood why they wouldn't, though..medical reasons. it frustrated him. "Make it stop..make it stop.." he whispered, gritting his teeth.

Then, it stopped. The pain went away. Chandler couldn't believe it. Had the pain become so much that he simply couldn't feel it anymore? All he knew was that he was relieved. Relieved of the pain..the fear. As if everything were moving in slow motion including himself, Chandler stood up and leaned against the wall, rubbing his head. It still hurt, but the pain was quickly fading. Looking up at the surrounding people he observed their every feature, his face expressionless.

"I'm fine.." he murmured, stumbling in another direction. Hopefully, they wouldn't follow him.

Layla wandered throughout the halls, watching her small feet take step after step as she moved. Her long blue gown was sinking a little bit below her waist, and it shuffled with every step. She heard a boy groaning and looked up quickly, following the sound. She saw a boy on the ground, clutching his head in his hand before curling up into a ball. Layla's eyes widened and she looked around for a doctor, a nurse, anyone. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words come out. He was clearly in complete agony. Layla remembered the same look of agony on her boyfriends face as the car rolled and rolled down the hill and burst into flames. She wouldn't go without doing something again.

Layla quickly ran forward silently to where the boy was, kneeling beside him. She looked up and saw a girl named Meeko, who she was familiar with. She heard that Meeko couldn't speak, and from the looks of things, that seemed to be true. The boy then stood up, looking at least a little bit relieved. Layla let out a sigh of relief and looked at him with her wide, hazel eyes, which were full of concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked in a soft and gentle whisper. Layla didn't do much talking, and when she did, her voice sounded so silky and hushed from going so long without being used. She was still a depressed girl, but most times she could move on with everyday life. But every now and then, her symptoms would get so bad that they would have to strap her to the bed to keep her from doing damage to herself or the environment around her.

Meeko stepped forward and grabbed Chandler's shirt, hoping he would stay and explain what was wrong. Meeko understood every word that was said to her, but she could never bring herself to speak. Her words were mute and her l lips were paralyzed. She knew if she tried, she would just fail, and she couldn't afford to fail. In this hospital, the doctors, nurses, interns, and patients needed every bit of hope they could get.

Meeko could see the girl out of the corner of her eye. She knew the girl quite well, although the girl didn't know much about her. Meeko knew a lot of people, but hardly anyone knew about Meeko's background. At night she would walk around to halls out of mere boredom. Meeko hated sleep. She hated closing her eyes. She hated the dark. But she loved the hospital. It was her home now, and the deaths resembled memories of the lives that were lived freely. She knew that the girl was sad, although she didn't know why. She had watched all of the long-term patients closely, wishing she could help all of them somehow. But how could she when she can't even speak? All she could do was give them one more friend.

While the others looked on in shock, Ivy turned away. She headed in the opposite direction of the scene the boy was making. She would feel uncomfortable with so many people scrutinizing her, whether it be from pity or worry. Plus, there wasn't a thing any of them could do. With the amount of medical personel on the floor, they would take care of him. They didn't need some teenaged girl to nag them. Protacol, it's called. They follow protacol. The sounds of the boy writhing in pain on the floor sounded further and further as she moved slowly on, until they stopped completely. He's either fine, the episode over with, or dead. She couldn't make herself look back to check which was the case. She's seen far too much death in the years she's spent here.

She didn't need another limp body etched into her memory.

Because that's something you never forget.

Chandler stopped when he felt a hand on his shirt. Slowly as ever he turned around, resting his confused gaze on the girl who seemed to remain silent. He'd never been intent upon learning about the others there. Hopefully he would learn more about her. She seemed pretty nice. Standing stone still, he gazed down at her, wincing slightly as a light was turned on somewhere to his right. "Yes?" he murmured curiously, arching a brow.

The girl was cute, in an almost childish way. Really, he couldn't explain it..He always had weird thoughts such as that. It frustrated him beyond anything, not being able to even understand his own thoughts. It was always as if his mind was teasing him, giving him samples of thoughts before locking them away. If only he could find the key...Blinking as random tears came to his eyes, he glanced in the direction the other girl had gone and back to the girl in front of him, biting his lip awkwardly. There were so many girls...why not guys?

Meeko pointed to the boys head, far too short to actually reach it. She tugged on his shirt, hoping he would give her an explanation as to why he was in so much pain, then all of the sudden better.

Layla smiled a tiny smile at Chandler, before she turned to see Meeko tugging his shirt and pointing at his head. She frowned a little bit, trying to think of what Meeko meant. She then realized and turned to Chandler, ready to translate. After all, she was pretty curious also. But if he wanted it to stay personal, she wouldn't barge in somewhere where she didn't belong. She looked at Chandler with curious eyes and then glanced back at Meeko.

"She wants to know why you're not in so much pain anymore, I think. Am I right?" Layla asked, turning around to look at Meeko and make sure that what she was saying to Chandler was what Meeko wanted her to say.

Meeko was surprised at first, but then gave Layla a smile that kind of said "Thank you". She wanted to help everyone here. And it wasn't very often that patients here were the same age as her. Meeko was taught sign language, but only used it to converse with deaf patients, and the only deaf patient on her floor came and went years ago. She watched the nurses and doctors in her spare time, and learned how to insert a needly, find symptoms for a few different diseases, and how to stitch a wound. Meeko wasn't needed here, so the skills became useless. They were unnecessary when it came to her ill and dying friends, and Meeko could do nothing but watch them die. She remembers the faces of all her friends, and misses them like family. But in the empty hall, she finally wasn't alone,. So maybe she could make friends with these people, and they could stick around longer. There was something in their essence that told Meeko not to give up on the boy.

Chandler looked at both of the other teens, wearing a puzzled expression. He himself didn't know why he was suddenly relieved of the excruciating pain. With a large, hefty sigh, he scratched the back of his neck and stared down at the silent girl, his tired eyes looking her over. "I suffer from siezures.." he mumbled, staring at the floor. "Before and after I have a siezure, I've got horrible migraines...The doctors don't know what's up with my condition suddenly, though." Pausing, he swallowed and looked back up as he set his gaze on the other girl. "But now I've started having headaches out of nowhere, and they go away just like that." To add emphasis, he snapped, grinning weakly. "I dunno...I'm messed up here." He tapped his head. "Literally."

Meeko nodded and put her hand over her heart. She sighed softly as she curled her fingers into a fist. She couldn't figure out how to say "I have a weak heart" with no words. No sense in burning the mood out, though. She let out a short giggle and spun around in a circle, her gown floating up as she did. She was happy that the boy no longer hurt.

Chandler lifted an amused brow, now leaning steadily against the wall as he stared at the silent girl. She seemed happy, almost. Of course, something had to be wrong with her in order for her to be here....From when she'd placed a hand over her heart, Chandler figured that was the issue. 'Nevermind it..' he thought, chuckling silently. All he knew now was that he'd most likely made a couple new friends. Not including the doctor that had simply dismissed his pain. "Having fun?" he asked quietly, keeping his steady gaze on the girl.

Meeko spun around once more before rubbing her eyes. She started feeling tired.. but she didn't want to go to sleep. She held up the small metal heart necklace that one of the doctors had gotten her for her birthday. The letters "meeko" were etched on the front of the heart. She showed it to the girl and boy standing next to her and waited for them to understand, and reply with their names. She wanted to meet the girl who had walked away also, but she would do that the next day. It was late and she wanted to end the night in a happy mood.

Layla looked at Meeko with a small smile upon her pink lips, her brown eyes seeming almost happy for once in a long time. She saw the girl lift up her necklace with her name engraved in it, and Layla looked at it with appreciation.

"It's beautiful. I'm Layla Hanson. Nice to meet you." She said aloud. Then, she remembered her sign language from her class back in her hometown, and made the motions quick with her hands to Meeko before smiling at her once more. Layla then turned her attention back to the boy that was standing there also with Meeko, and she smiled at him.

"What's your name?" She asked. Then, for the first time, Layla really looked at him. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the resemblance to his face and her boyfriend who died in the car accident's face. She placed one hand on the wall to steady herself, and her chest became low and hollow as she fought for each breath. She felt thick, fat, hot tears forming in her eyes before spilling over down her cheeks, and before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably. She reached forward and placed one hand on the boys chest, holding the other hand over her mouth to stiffle her sobs. She then leaned forward and hugged him, not caring that he barely knew her, and she let her imagination flow.

Meeko had seen enough tears to realize what it meant, and she felt sad, but a slight smile came across her face, because she knew the girl would be okay over time. Crying meant you still had love and emotions, and Meeko had seen many people die hopeless, with no tears or smiles. She watched many people cry, and she came to realize that it made you stronger in a way. She wanted to help the girl, but she decided it was better to leave her alone with the boy. Meeko stepped back, walking down the dark hall quietly and returned to her room, ashamed that all she could do was walk away, but knowing that she would just be intruding by staying. She could sleep easy, knowing that she would see them again.

Chandler was surprised by the sudden hug.

"I..wha?" he managed, staring down at the girl. He didn't know why she was crying, but he had the feeling it was something about him. Had he done something wrong? He couldn't tell, and he was sure he hadn't done anything. Watching Meeko walk away, he sighed quietly in defeat and wrapped his arms gently around the girl. Usually he was almost always up for hugs, but...there was something about the girl hugging him that made the whole thing.....a bit awkward.
Then, he gave up and hugged her tightly, but not enough to hurt her. "Are you ok..?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

He really hoped she was. The last thing he needed was to go to sleep guilty with the fact that he'd made a girl cry. Girls...they were so fragile.

Meeko climbed into her bed. Her room was dark and the walls were empty, with nothing more than a few pictures. She liked it this way. It was plain, and that was one thing Meeko could never be. She would always be a strange girl with no literary attributes. No real communication. Meeko sighed and hugged her old, torn up teddy bear. The one she came to the hospital with. It was her favorite out of all of them. As she began to fall asleep, a sharp pain in her chest woke her up. Her lungs felt tired, and her chest felt heavy. This happened every night, but recently it had been getting worse and worse. She curled up on her side to relieve the pressure, but still couldn't fall asleep.

{{I would post..but I've got no material. And thunderstorms outside are threatening to shut the power off any minute. o-o"}}

{{I would post..but I've got no material. And thunderstorms outside are threatening to shut the power off any minute. o-o"}}

((It's all good. o.o I think the others abandoned this rp xDD))