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St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Thu May 07, 2009 12:18 pm

Jess turned as the door burst open, and she caught a brief glimpse of Kaiyah's face before the other girl crumpled to the ground in a haze of tears. She got to her feet and wrapped a trembling arm around Kaiyah's waist, half-carrying her over to the chair by the bed and making her sit down. Then she took the other chair and kept her arm firmly around Kaiyah's shoulders.

"He's going to be okay," she said, but she had no idea if that was true. Joe was white as a sheet and the tubes going through his nose and various other places in his body were making her feel terrified for him. Once more, she found herself counting the beats of the heart monitor.

"He's alive. He's alive, and that's the important thing."

xenchantedx · by **xenchantedx** on Thu May 07, 2009 12:28 pm

Kaiyah knew Jess was comforting her but she just couldn't stop the flood of tears and the painful ache in her chest as she hugged her friend tight, burying her face in her shoulder.
"Jess...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...this is all my fault...everything..." She choked out between sobs.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Thu May 07, 2009 12:48 pm

"Hey, hey." Jess held her firmly. "None of this is your fault, Kaiyah." She didn't know what to say to stop her friend from blaming herself - apart from the truth.

"Kaiyah ... if this is anyone's fault, it's Louisa's and Hex's." She hated herself for blaming them like this, but what else could she do to console Kaiyah? Her friend was entirely blameless and it wasn't fair for her to hate herself when that emotion could be directed elsewhere - even if that was at the cost of Louisa and Hex.

"They kissed at your sleepover, when we were playing the game. You and me both saw there was more to that than there should have been. And then in the kitchen, I caught them nearly kissing again. I warned them off each other, but I guess Jared must have found out, and that's why he went mad."

xenchantedx · by **xenchantedx** on Thu May 07, 2009 12:55 pm

"W-what...?" Kaiyah asked, moving her head away a little to face Jess, her brow furrowed in stung confusion.
"Louisa and...and Hex...? But..."
Now it all made sense.
Everything fit, They HAD been acting very...well...of course it wasn't really their fault people had been hurt...that Ryan...
Kaiyah shuddered.
"Right." Kaiyah almost growled, looking at Jess and tkaing her hand," Where's Louisa?" She asked, praying against the odds that she would not be with Hex...

MEGAcya · by **MEGAcya** on Thu May 07, 2009 1:18 pm

Louisa gasped in surprise as Hex returned the kiss, that in it's self was more than she'd dared to hope for, but what he did next...As he trailed his gentle kisses down her neck, Louisa shivered and felt an entirely new feeling wash over her. The guilt was temporarily held at bay by the sheer joy she felt with Hex. To think that he cared about her in this way made her heart swell up to bursting point. Then he pulled away, and she felt her heart do just that. The inflating stopped and it exploded painfully, making her recoil. What was she thinking This was the reason Ryan was dead, why would she want to carry it on any longer?
"I know." she whispered, as the shame cam back with twice it's earlier force. "I'm sorry."

Logan Ford was completely, utterly, monumentally... bored. She took a long, deep drag on her joint, finishing it off swiftly before standing up from her position under the tree. Sitting around outside St. Whoresdale's was boring and pointless, but she had nothing else better to do after school these days. Maybe it was time she visited her classmates in hospital. Everyone else had been. Then again, everyone else had at least one person who they got on with there. Logan had no one. Still, it beat hanging around this place. Slowly, she made her way through the winding streets, only vaguely aware of where she was heading. The hospital and the school were fairly close, easily within walking distance, but naturally it took a little bit longer to make the journey if you didn't actually know the way.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Thu May 07, 2009 2:34 pm

"I don't know," Jess began, wishing she had never brought this up. It wasn't fair on Louisa - not after the way she had held her last night and kept her fears at bay. She opened her mouth to say something else and then saw the slightest movement out of the corner of her eye which sent her head snapping back towards Joe. Nothing. He was perfectly still. But Jess could have sworn that...

"Kaiyah?" she asked faintly, searching his face. His eyes were tight shut, but it hadn't been a flicker of movement on his face that she had seen. "Did one of his hands just move slightly?"

xenchantedx · by **xenchantedx** on Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:16 am

Kaiyah had closed her eyes, and pressed her fingers to her temple as the unanswered questions lingered in the silence between the two girls.
"Kaiyah?" Jess had spoken her name but Kaiyah's eyes remained closed. Wallowing in her own misery was better than facing it.
"Did one of his hands just move slightly?" This, however, caught Kaiyah's immediate attention, forcing her eyes to snap open.
"WHAT?" kaiyah gasped, staring incredously at Jess then hurriedly scrambling over to Joe's side.
"Joey...?"She murmured, hesitantly brushing his hand with her fingertips.
"Joe..." She continued in a whisper now, "Can you hear us...?"
The silence that followed was excrutiating.
It was like a child had been promised a day out to the Zoo and then been told all the animals had suddenly died in a horrific car accident. Impossibly disappointing.
Kaiyah sighed and turned to Jess, fresh tears stinging her eyes,"Are you sure...?" She asked quietly.
And then she felt it. A small twitch of his middle finger.
Oh how small but so significant that twitch was to her! To all of them! Kaiyah's silver eyes widened in an expression of joy, relief, wonder and terror all rolled into one.
"He moved!" She gasped excitedly.

Hex closed his eyes and nodded once slowly. He didn't know whether it was a sign of agreement or acceptance, but that slight movement of his head was more depressing and painful than if he'd been kicked in the gut.
"Don't be sorry." He murmured, and then, raising his head he smiled weakly at her. "We have time." And with that he folded her gently into his arms and cradled her like a delicate child, stroking her hair and taking in her scent for what might be the last time he could.

MEGAcya · by **MEGAcya** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 6:18 am

"we have time"? what did that mean? Lousia's mind was all over the place at the moment, and she couldn't focus for long enough to make sense of the situation. Hex was holding her close, which was what she wanted, or at least she thought it was. But this had brought so much trouble already, it had caused everyone so much pain. They couldn't be together. They'd just agreed on that, hadn't they? But here he was, cradling her like the most precious thing in the world, stroking her her and letting her cry against his chest. He was being so kind, so patient, and he was telling her about how they had time. Time for what exactly? It was too much to think about right now, and instead she settled for enjoying the feeling of having his arms draped protectively around her. After all, she didn't know how much longer it could last.

Logan waltzed into the hospital a while later, giving the nurse at the front desk the name of the first person in here that came to mind.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Joe Robbins?" she asked, flashing the kind-looking woman what she hoped was a weak, anxious smile. After all, she had to look like she was worried, if she was claiming to know him.
"It's immediate family and close friends only, I'm afraid dear."
"I'm his sister." she assured the woman, bargaining on the fact that the hospital would have limited information on his background. The nurse didn't seem completely convinced, but she nodded and told her where to go anyway. Result.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 8:43 am

Jess watched Kaiyah fuss over Joe, her eyes anxiously moving over him to see if there would be a repeat of the slight twitch that she had spotted a few moments ago. Nothing, and nothing, and still nothing; there was just the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and the steaming of his breath inside the oxygen mask, and - and Kaiyah, gasping excitedly over the fact that his finger had moved. Jess felt a surge of relief inside her chest; if Joey was moving now, just a day after he had been shot, then surely it was a good sign for a quick recovery? Unless it was just an involuntary twitch, or actually meant something was wrong, or - no, Jess. Stop thinking now. God, why did she always have to be so pessimistic? Any sign of life from Joe was clearly a good one, so she pushed the troubling thoughts away and edged closer to his bed. Seeing him like this, so pale and lifeless, which was such a sharp contrast to his usual life-and-soul-of-the-party behaviour, was so distressing that she could hardly bear to look at him.

"He's going to be okay, Kaiyah," she said, wondering who she was trying to convince. It was too difficult to imagine Joe not being okay: despite the fact that she knew he'd had troubles in the past, she had hardly ever seen him without a smile on his face. He was the sort of person who could fall off a cliff and his only comment be that the ground was a long way down, and inconveniently devoid of alcohol. No matter what happened, she had always expected him to land on his feet, unharmed.

She couldn't be here anymore. She was going to go and find Louisa, who had comforted her last night - but a part of her knew that she really just wanted to check up on whether or not she was with Hex. No; Louisa wouldn't do that to Joe. She wouldn't. Right? Pushing aside her doubts, and reminding herself sternly that Lou had been there for her last night, despite the fact that it was she who had lost her brother, she mumbled a brief apology to Kaiyah and hurried for the door, unable to sit there any longer and wait for Joey's heart monitor to stop beeping. She was so on edge that it hurt.

Opening the door, she was surprised to find a girl whom she vaguely recognized standing on the other side. Unable to place a name to the face, she paused with one hand still on the door frame, looking at the girl slightly nervously; she was never good with strangers. "Do I know you?" She was sure that this wasn't one of Joey's friends, and was reluctant to let her near him in case she was in actual fact a reporter or something like that. That was the last thing Joe needed right now - someone snapping pictures of him while he was in a coma.

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Before Bree had a chance to even begin to broach the uncomfortable subject of Liam's lack of visitors, someone else burst through the door and began to speak rapidly; so quickly, in fact, that Liam could hardly keep up with what she was saying. Exchanging a startled look with Bree, he saw from out of the corner of his eye that Peter-darling was leaning around the huge stack of balloons that surrounded his bed, evidently just as surprised by the newcomer as they were. Liam blinked, staring up at her in utter confusion.

"Yes, I'm Liam," he said, wishing he could edge away from her in a disconcerted fashion but instead confined to his bed. He looked over at Bree again for moral support before turning back to the girl; she was now beaming at them as if they were lifelong friends of hers. "And this is Bree," he added, deciding that if he was condemned to be on first-name terms with this psychopath, then Bree was going down with him. Peter-darling was still staring at his unusual company; Liam wished he could throw something at him, but his visitor-less stay in hospital meant that his bedside table was quite devoid of things to throw.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked at last, staring at the girl and too startled to be even halfway polite. He didn't think she had said her name - although he might have missed it in the landslide of information she had just thrust at them - but his question was asking for more than just who she was. He wanted to know what the hell she was doing in his room.

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:14 am

The way she'd just been spoken to didn't bother Genevieve in the slightest. She was used to it, thanks to her years in New Jersey, and all it did was make her smile. She noticed Liam's eyes were going past her though, and she turned to see what he was looking at; some posh kid staring at her behind a crapload of presents, looking suprised.

"I know my ass is nice and all, but don't stare, 'kay?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow; his face went red and disappeared behind a massive thing of balloons. Who needed that many balloons in a hospital? He wouldn't mind if one went missing, would he? Untying one of them from the cluster, she wrapped the string of it around her hand a few times, before turning back to Liam and Bree, still smiling. Bree was sitting in the only chair, so she stood at the foot of his bed, frowning as she noticed his lack of presents and get well soon cards. Well, that was nice, wasn't it?

"My step-dad has more stuff on his bedside table than you," She told Liam, before tying the balloon to the foot of his bed. "It's looking a little nicer now," She said cheerfully, untying another one for herself. She wanted to sit down, because her legs were hurting a little bit, but that probably wasn't wise, because the only place to sit was the end of Liam's bed, and despite the smile she had on, she was quite sure he'd kick her or something if she sat down. So she just stood and stared at him.

"I came here 'cause I'm bored," She told them, speaking more slowly now that the first buzz from the drugs was gone. She felt more normal now, less hyper, and it was easier to understand her now. "My step-dad was in a car accident. So my mum's dragged me down here a lot to see him. I don't really care though, so I went for a walk. Saw you and recognized you from the papers, after getting shot. They've locked that boy up. Jared - he's schizophrenzic, but he said he stopped taking his meds. Didn't want the girl he liked to find out he was a psycho. He killed her brother though, so he really did good on that front, didn't he? There was another girl mentioned in the paper; can't remember her name, but she killed herself, I think. Grace something-or-other. She had a miscarriage and either killed or tried to kill herself. There was a suicide attempt anyway. They said she was brought here though. I might try and find her later. There were a load of you in the papers, but I just recognized you dead quick, y'know?"

Finally Genevieve took a breath, and the smile slipped off her face. For the first time in what must have been years, she felt remotely normal - no hyper fits, no constant daydreams. She was in control of her own mind for once, and she suddenly realized that she was intruding on these two.
"D'you want me to go?" She asked, indicating the door, balloon still clutched tightly in her fist.
the hell is this thing for? she asked herself, before letting go of it - it floated up and hit the ceiling, but she couldn't reach the string anymore. Being about five feet tall did that to you.
"If you want me to go, I will. I mean, she's your girlfriend, isn't she? Sorry if I interupted. And tell your family to stop being assholes and bring you some presents, because you look kind of abandoned without all the fancy stuff on your cabinet. Or just nick some stuff from the kid who stared at my ass, he's got more than enough... right. Yeah. I should go now, shouldn't I?"

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:30 am

There was an embarrassed cough as Genevieve stopped speaking, and the rustle from Peter's bed suggested that he was now trying to hide himself behind as many balloons as he possibly could. Liam was still staring at the girl, who seemed to have finally realized that she was intruding and was edging towards the door. Her wide smile had vanished, and he thought that she looked kind of lonely. She had also let go of her balloon, and was too small to reach it; it was bobbing against the ceiling now, a splash of bright colour against the mundane grey.

"You can get yourself another balloon, if you like," he said, feeling unexpectedly sorry for her. If they had been at school, she was exactly the sort of person who he would have been laughing at, but things felt different without the presence of his usual friends and a pang of sympathy went through him. She looked lost. "Like you said, Peter over there has loads of them."

He glanced sideways at Bree. The girl had referred to her as his girlfriend, and this reawakened awkward memories in the back of his mind, of the one drunken kiss that they had shared. "Bree's not my girlfriend," he said quickly, and then felt slightly guilty for Bree: the way it had come out, it had sounded as though he was trying desperately to ensure that no one made the mistake of thinking that he was with her, as if he was embarrassed at the thought of it. He tried to send her an apologetic look, realized that that had just made everything worse, lost his head completely and turned back to the other girl out of sheer desperation to change the subject. Despite the fact that he felt slightly sorry for her, he didn't really want her to stay, but the words were out of his mouth before he could think through to their consequences: it sounded like he was inviting further conversation with this girl.

"I don't think you said what your name is?"

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:30 am

"It's just a balloon," Genevieve said as Liam told her she could get another one; she had stopped in the doorway, and was looking back at him. The other boy, Liam called him Peter, was trying to hide behind the mountains of things stacked around him, and that made her smile a little bit. When he said the girl, Bree, wasn't his girlfriend, she didn't really like his tone, and then he asked her her name, again, and even though she'd said it earlier, she repeated it; he probably had no idea what the fuck she had been saying because of the buzz.

"Genevieve; my name's Genevieve. Sometimes people call me Eve. Sometimes... and it was only one person," She shrugged then, but grabbed a spare chair from one of the empty beds and pulled it closer to the foot of Liam's bed. Even if she just sat here for five minutes, at least he'd changed his mind and decided to talk to her.

"I've been enrolled in St. Whoresdales; s'why I talked to you, not 'cause your pictures were in the paper. I'm not good with making friends, really; I scare them off easily. Thought I might as well try and make some friends. Didn't really work out well, did it?" She gave a slightly humorless laugh, before getting annoyed with herself. God, she hated it when she started to talk in that stupid self-pitying tone. It was the kind of thing a spoilt girl did whenever daddy didn't give her what she wanted. Thinking the word spoilt, she looked back in the kid in the bed across from Liam. Now that was the definition of spoilt.

"I'm from Jersey, by the way. New Jersey. It's a craphole, really, but some of the people are nice. What's it like around here, and what's the school like? I mean, if I'm starting a shithole tomorrow, I want to know about it, y'know?"

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 12:09 pm

Although the girl didn't seem to be leaving, at least she had started talking slightly more like a normal person, and Liam felt somewhat relieved. She pulled up a chair and sat down, beginning to tell them about where she was from, and Liam smiled humourlessly when she asked about St. Whoresdales. He indicated his bandages. "Well, there's just been a shoot-up there," he said pointedly. "It's not going to be winning any School Of The Year awards any time soon."

He glanced over at Bree. Genevieve's question had obviously been more to do with what the people there were like: she was probably asking who she ought to avoid and who was likely to bully her. He didn't know quite what to say to that, because the honest answer was that she was sitting and talking to two of the people that she should give a wide berth, and he hoped that this awkward encounter with her wouldn't mean that she assumed they would be her friends when they were all back at school. He tried to imagine her coming to sit with him and felt mortified.

"So how come you moved from New Jersey?" he asked, hastily changing the subject to something less difficult.

MEGAcya · by **MEGAcya** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 12:21 pm

As with everything else, Logan took her time walking to Joe's room. She didn't know the guy, so she really had no reason to rush over there. Instead, she wandered casually through the florescent-lit halls, feeling slightly floaty and giggly. This was so weird, even by her standards. Logan had always been spontaneous when it came to finding stuff to entertain herself with, but paying a visit to a comatose kid from her school who she'd never even spoken to had to be one of the strangest ideas she'd had. There were a few people milling around the halls, mainly nurses moving from room to room in those weird white shoes of theirs, but the occasional visitor would flit past now and then, bringing a short burst of colour to the otherwise eerily sterile passages.

When Logan reached the right room, she didn't quite know what to do. Of course she was going to go inside, but what then? If he had actual friends and family in there already, how was she going to explain this? Usually, she didn't put this much thought into things; She just let them happen, and it wasn't long before Logan found herself a distraction. One of the strip-lights overhead was flickering. The bulb mustn't be screwed in properly. How annoying. She sighed heavily, fixing the light with a hard glare, as if she thought that she could somehow scare it into submission.

The door in front of her swung open at that moment, revealing a rather confused looking girl and causing Logan to abruptly snap her head back from the ceiling, plastering her face with the same strained, distant smile that she'd worn downstairs.
"Is.. Is this Joe's room?" she asked, biting her lip in well-feigned anxiety. Her lie, a continuation of her previous one, was already forming in her mind. I was clear the girl- Logan thought her name was Jess, recognised her slightly, but apparently she couldn't place why. Logan had been at St.Whoresdale's for almost a year, and people still had no clue who she was. Lovely. But that could work to her advantage. It gave her chance to spin a lovely story. One she could really have some fun with.

"No, I don't think so. You might have seen me around school, though, I guess. But I haven't been there long, I only moved here a year ago. I wanted to meet my brother, you see. But I got nervous, so I kept my distance and... oh, I'm babbling aren't I?" Logan frowned, pausing slightly for dramatic effect, and to make sure her story would fit. From what little she knew about Joe, no one would be able to question it. Except for maybe Joe himself.

"...I'm Joe's half sister. I came because, well, I wanted to see him. It... it might be my only chance."

Part of Logan felt a little guilty for the lie. These people were facing the very real prospect of loosing their friend, after all, but once again she wasn't thinking straight. Logan liked to live for the here and now, and these sorts of lies often sprang out of her mouth before she'd actually given them any thought at all. She never really worried about who she would hurt, as long as she had a way to kill some time. Why should she care about other people anyway? None of them even knew her name!

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 12:34 pm

The silence after she asked what the people were like told her these two were hardly the people she hang out with - then again, she knew that. A few minutes ago, it had been obvious Liam wanted her to get the fuck out of his hospital room, and this Bree girl might have wanted her to as well, she didn't know; she hadn't been paying attention.

"Why I moved? Mum and dad split up. My mum's second divorce; she'd been having an affair with my dad, it all came out when I was about five. She divorced my first step-dad, married my real one. Never made many friends in Jersey; mum was always too protetective, so I was the weird ginger girl who was awkward around other people. Made one friend in high school, about five months ago. And I'm serious. He was a nice guy, Sam. Then my dad decided he couldn't be bothered with my mum, and they divorced; she got into a whirlwind romance with this new guy, they got married about two months ago, and he demanded we move here, where he lived. Basically, he said "jump", my mum said "how high?". So now I'm here, and Sam's in Jersey, and I've spent the last four days in hospital constantly and I'm bored as fuck, because they never talk about anything intresting. My life's not intresting, really," She told him with a shrug, conveniently leaving out the bit about how she got hooked on cocaine. They didn't need to know that. No-one needed to know that, not now, not ever.

The conversation was fast drying up, but Genevieve didn't feel confident to ask them about themselves, so she stayed quiet, feeling a tension build; she wasn't really wanted here, she could tell that, but Liam had kept talking to her, so was she or wasn't she wanted? She didn't know, really.

"Who else was hurt? In, y'know, the shooting?" She asked, for lack of better thing to talk about. She'd only really skimmed the papers, so she only caught bits of it - she knew about Liam obviously, but not others, and her mum had thrown the papers out, so she couldn't really find out when she went home; might as well ask Liam. Give them something to talk about.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:07 pm

Jess looked at her, startled. Joe's half-sister? She had had no idea that Joe had any siblings - but then again, Joe probably didn't even know himself. It wasn't like he talked about his family much, but from what she could gather, he didn't have anything to do with them. Well, that much was clear by the fact that he was living with Kaiyah and that none of his family had even come to see him whilst he was lying here, almost dead.

Except his half-sister. And was Jess going to deny Joey the chance of having an actual family member with him whilst he lay there, hanging onto life by a thread? Of course she wasn't.

"I - yeah, sure; come in," she said, stepping back from the doorway to let the girl past. The room was bare and boring: white sterile walls and white sterile floor. Even Joe was as white as the sheets he was lying on - the only real colour and sign of life in the entire room was Kaiyah, who was still sitting beside Joe's bed. Jess glanced over at her, wondering if she should make introductions or something like that, but surely Joe's sister wouldn't care who was in the room? She'd probably just want to get right to her brother's side, so Jess didn't say anything; just stood back against the wall hesitantly and bit her lip.

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Liam only half-listened to Genevieve's story; he was still feeling that the moment was almost surreal. What kind of person really wandered into a hospital ward and randomly inserted herself into the conversation of two total strangers? Again came the faint flicker of worry that she would try to spend time with the two of them at school, and this thought nagged at him for so long that he failed completely to notice that she had finished speaking, thus missing her question. Blinking in the sudden absence of her voice, he looked up at her and his thoughts quickly scrambled to figure out what she had asked.

"I - what did you say? Who else was hurt? Well, there was Joe Robbins - he's in a coma, I think. Ryan Hale was killed, and his girlfriend, Grace Stanley - she's the one who lost a baby, who you mentioned earlier. And then there was Hex; he got shot in the arm or something, I think." Listing what had happened was very different to the horror of being in the room at the time; Liam felt suddenly detached from it. It was easy to talk about names and facts, because the memories just didn't connect. He supposed it hadn't properly sunk in yet. If Genevieve wanted a detailed description, though, she was going to have to go somewhere else: he couldn't stand to give one of those.

DyingHere · by **DyingHere** on Sat Aug 29, 2009 5:21 pm

Bree watched the exchange between Liam and the new girl - Genevieve - with interest. Liam didn't appear to know her, and after a moment or two she revealed that she had been wandering the hospital, had recognised him from the papers, and decided to say hello. Well that, in Bree's opinion, was rude and insensitive. Genevieve had a lot of questions, and wasn't shy about talking about her own life, but there was something off about her. She was seriously hyper, talking really fast and going on about nothing for just a tad too long. Bree had been around a lot of people who took drugs before, so clocking that Genevieve was seriously buzzing off something or other wasn't really a shock to her, but it was interesting; the girl was supposed to be here to visit her step father, after all.

Glancing at Liam, she saw that he hadn't worked it out yet, and decided to stay quiet. The conversation between the two progressed, and although she took in every word, Bree didn't think to speak until the subject changed to that of the shooting. Liam had just reeled off the names of the people who had been involved, and she suddenly remembered Kaiyah, who she had left at the reception desk. She wondered how she was dealing with seeing Joe in his coma, and felt an involuntary but not unwelcome stab of sympathy for her and their friends.

An awkward silence ensued; Liam seemed unwilling to offer any more information on the shooting, and Genevieve's expression was difficult to read - perhaps because she'd gone off into her own little, drug-induced world. Bree decided that it was time to remind them that she was still there. She stood up, clearing her throat a little too loudly, and causing the kid in the bed opposite to peep out from behind his balloons.

"I guess I'm going to go," she announced, beginning to walk away from them. She hesitated when she reached the end of the bed, however, confused. Normally, she would say something like 'I'll come visit tomorrow', but would it be weird if she said that to Liam? She'd never sought to spend time with just him before, he might think she was being funny. And anyway, she wasn't sure she wanted to come back. Not tomorrow, anyway, she told herself. She should probably say something to Genevieve, too. She glanced at them, her fingers latching onto the footboard, and firmly ended the argument in her head. "It was nice to meet you," she offered lamely in Genevieve's direction, and then; "Glad to see you're on the mend, Liam." She cleared her throat again, an awkward little sound that she instantly regretted, and headed for the door at the end of the ward.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:41 am

A difficult silence followed as Liam's voice trailed off into nothing. Reeling off a list of people's names was all very well, but Genevieve hadn't commented on what he'd said and he had the feeling that she was waiting for him to continue - something which wasn't going to happen. If she wanted details, she could read her newspaper; surely if it had been tactless enough to print the names and pictures of all of the victims, it would incorporate a blow-by-blow account of the incident? Someone would have agreed to be interviewed, and he imagined that the whole, sorry story was currently printed in every detail in the local paper.

At that moment, Bree got up and announced that she was going to leave, causing Peter to lean out and take another look at them. Liam stared at her in horror; where did she think she was going? Surely she wasn't going to leave him alone with this psychopath? He shot Genevieve a nervous look, as if afraid that she might suddenly start attacking him, but she was still sitting there placidly and he looked back over at Bree, who had paused with her hand resting against the footboard of his bed. He hoped that she had changed her mind about leaving, but this was proved untrue by the fact that she was now once again heading for the door. It was obvious that she was awkward, and that was fair enough, because he and Bree had never had too much to do with one another, and she had clearly been surprised to find herself his first visitor, but he wasn't going to let her go and abandon him with Genevieve simply because she was uncomfortable.

"Bree, wait," he said, sounding a little more desperate than he had intended. "I need to talk to you about - something." You need to talk to her about something? Is that really the best you can do? He cast around for what this 'something' could be, but there was no sudden burst of inspiration and he resorted to picking nervously at the bed sheets again with his good hand, as if hoping that a moment of epiphany would result from this uncertain fidgeting. Asking Bree to stay had simply dug him into a deeper mess, and still Genevieve didn't seem to be going anywhere. Liam knew for a fact that something had to be said right now, and he was the one who had to say it - some justification for preventing Bree from departing. Words, however, had chosen to fail him: not a single excuse presented itself and he opted for defeatedly giving in. "Actually, you can leave if you want," he said lamely. "It's not important."

DyingHere · by **DyingHere** on Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:17 pm

Bree had reached the end of the ward by the time Liam called out to her; she turned slowly and waited for him to decide what he wanted. She was surprised when he suddenly blurted that he needed to talk to her about something, and raised an eyebrow at him. Something. Well that didn't sound at all ominous. Had he decided to explain why she appeared to be the only visitor he'd had, besides this Genevieve person, since he'd been hospitalised? But this, apparently, was not the case; Liam didn't elaborate on what this 'something' might be, and neither of them said anything for a few minutes.

Just as Bree had made the decision to simply walk away, Liam spoke again, telling her that whatever he'd wanted wasn't important, and that she could leave. A spark of irritation ignited inside her, and she turned her back on him and left the ward without a word.

Muttering to herself as she walked down the corridor about idiotic boys and strange, rude - not to mention high - girls who randomly decided to visit them, Bree didn't even notice the other pair of feet walking steadily toward her until she collided with the person they belonged to and managed to knock both of them to the floor.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Bree gabbled hurriedly, struggling to her feet. Her eyes fell on the other girl's face, and recognition registered as she felt her already warm cheeks flush a brighter red. "Oh. Hi Jess." Aw, crap.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Fri Sep 25, 2009 11:48 am

The white tiles of the floor had suddenly become a matter of great fascination to Jess, who found herself walking along and studying each one as though it was a fantastic work of art. Her thoughts were preoccupied with Joe and memories of what had happened at school the previous day, and she knew that that was the real reason why she was currently staring at the floor; white tiles were easier to look at it than other people, who might see the misery in her expression. She did not want to meet anybody's eye. Her fixation on the ground, however, also had the unfortunate effect of rendering her blind to anybody walking towards her from the opposite direction; this impairment was made even worse by the fact that the person who was currently heading her way was also staring at the ground. As a result, Jess wasn't aware that anybody was in front of her until she walked right into them and there was a sudden pain before she found herself sitting heavily on the floor.

Someone was apologizing profusely, and Jess bit her lip. She knew that voice. Unsure if she wanted to look up, she waited as long as she possibly could before raising her eyes to the other girl's face - sure enough, it was Bree, who was now red in the face and greeting her by name. Awkwardness rose between them and Jess realized that she was still sitting on the floor; scrambling to her feet, she tried to smile, but there were too many bad memories at the back of her mind to render her capable of more than a sort of forced grimace.

"Hi, Bree," she said uncomfortably. They moved in completely different social circles and Jess had never really had a proper conversation with her before; the last time they had really been involved in anything together was when Joe had been drunkenly swearing at Bree and Livi down the phone. The memory of that embarrassing incident caused colour to rise in Jess's cheeks, and she looked down at the floor, not quite sure what to say. At last, some words forced their way into her mouth and she flicked her gaze back up. "What are you doing here? Visiting someone...?"

Liam, meanwhile, could not believe that Bree had really abandoned him with Genevieve. He had hoped that she would take the hint from his desperate, albeit pathetic, attempt to get her to stay, and remain by his side as a sort of moral support until the mental case he was currently condemned to entertaining as his visitor grew bored and decided to leave. Now, however, he was on his own with her, and he found himself clearing his throat awkwardly and scrambling to find a question that she had not already answered.

"So, you're starting our school tomorrow?" he said at last. "What subjects are you taking?" At once, he winced and wished he could take the question back - it had been a feeble attempt at furthering the conversation and he knew that very well. It was said now, though, and he just had to wait for her to answer.

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