FC: Choi Dal Po
Speech Color: #3EB100 || Thought Color: #008000
Grayson tried hard to cover up his surprise when the man had just handed over his phone. He expected a lecture followed by a firm denial to let him touch any phone. He felt that acting as surprised as he was would have made Jaxson think twice about giving him the device to call his little sister and he could really let that happen. He wanted to talk to her, it had felt like forever since he had last heard her voice, even if it had only been a week. He needed to make sure that she was alright, the stress of this whole situation could have made it hard for her to fight back against her illness. He'd have to just take the hit to his own privacy and let the agent listen to the call. It wasn't like his sister was going to give away any information that was important, she knew just about as much as what had been spouted out on the television.
Finally the boy dialed the number to the hospital. He continued to stand and stare at the device in his hand, finding that much more important than the rest of his room. "This is Mercy Hospital, may I ask why you are calling today?" The voice on the other end sounded robotic, like an automated voice messaging system. "I'd like to speak with Olivia Clark in the intensive care unit," Grayson answered as he finally looked up and took in the surroundings of his room.
"Please hold while we patch you in," The automated voice spoke. Grayson said nothing as the line went dead again. He corrected the glasses on his face and looked at the night stand by his new bed that held a lamp. It had a few drawers, but that was about it, but was rather empty. He didn't even have a nightstand at his old place, so he wasn't quiet sure what he'd do with that thing, other than apparently hold a lamp. His eyes moved over to the bed that was nicely made with clean blankets and sheets. It looked comfortable much more comfortable than his old bed. Which was the same mattress he had been sleeping on for most of his life and certainly didn't have a bed frame or a box spring like the one he had now. It was also much larger than his old bed, which he hadn't really expected. Actually the entire room was larger than his old bedroom, so much bigger. He was quite sure half of his apartment could fit in this bedroom.
"H-Hello?" A girl's voice finally spoke from the device. Her voice sounded kind of raspy as if she had been coughing for a while. Grayson nearly smiled just hearing is little sister's voice again. Happy that she was still around and alive. She could still speak to him and that's all that mattered. She was alive still. "Hey, Livie, I-" Grayson didn't even get a full sentence in before the girl on the other end cut him off. "Gracie! Oh my god, you're alright! You are, aren't you? Th-They've been saying some terrible things o-on the news about you. I-I just couldn't believe it. What happen-" Olivia's sudden flood of words were cut off by a series of terrible coughs and any smile that had been on Grayson's face quickly disappeared.
He waited for the coughing to stop which seemed to take a good minute or so. "Livie, calm down. I'm alright. I-I did do some bad things, and I got arrested. But, I was able to avoid going to jail. For now, you're still under my custody, and everything's going to be fine," Grayson explained to Olivia. The girl on the other end was quiet for a long while as if she were soaking all of the information in, or maybe suppressing some more coughs. "Will you be able to come visit me and read books to me again?" Olivia asked after a long silence.
Grayson let out a sigh, keeping himself occupied by looking more at his room while he tried to think up how to tell his sister that he couldn't do that anymore. He didn't want her to worry, but he wasn't quite sure either if telling her that he was part of the agency now was against the rules or not, so he tried to be cautious. His eyes landed on probably the most important object in the room. A computer. If they were allowing him to have it in his room, that must mean there are plenty of cameras all over the place. There was probably even some monitoring software on the computer to make sure that he stayed on their side. He started to move towards it. "Sorry, I won't be able to come around and visit you. I still did some bad stuff, Livie and I'm getting punished for it. I just wanted to call you and make sure you knew what was going on." He said as he got a better look at the computer.
"But, you said you weren't in jail. Gracie, how am I supposed to do anything with out you? You're the only one that visits me," The girl argued. Grayson ran a free hand on the top of one of the three monitors. He had used just an old laptop to do everything. He had never imagined working on a machine that had three monitors. On one of the three monitors there was a wireless headset neatly placed and hanging from the monitor. Grayson picked it up, he had seen these in the stores that costed a couple hundred dollars. "I'm sorry, I just can't visit you right now. Maybe...later," Grayson muttered as he placed the headset back on the monitor and ran a hand on the keyboard. Clicking in a few of the buttons and hearing an audible click from them. He always loved the sound keyboards made, especially the ones that were loud.
"Grayson-" The girl huffed before letting out another long line of harsh coughs. This time Grayson didn't wait for her to stop "Olivia, you're fourteen. You can read your own books now. I know it's hard, but you have to understand that it's not possible for me to visit you right now. I'll try to call you when I can. That's the best I can do," Grayson argued. The girl's response was a harsh, "Then don't bother." Followed but the line going dead again. Grayson looked sadly at the phone for a moment before finally handing it back over to Jaxson.
"Thanks for letting me call her," Grayson sighed as he grabbed his suitcase and sat it over by the dresser.