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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
"Here, this will make you feel better," a sedative; it raced through her veins, numbing the world. Echo leaned back against the pillows as the nurse placed the blanket over her, England's desolate winter pervading through the windows. Echo opened and closed her hands, she wanted to say something, but instead, she merely allowed the pleasant vibrancy of nothingness overtake her senses, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't her brain be this quiet all the time? Why couldn't her body listen to her as easily as it did now? Echo closed her eyes, hoping that she could fall asleep. She wanted this pleasant numbness to drag her underneath into the land of nothing, but alas, it didn't happen.
The feeding pump began to beep, it seemed that she was done with her food for now. "I'll stop that," Echo's eyes snapped open, that was not a nurse. No, Angel was standing in her room, pushing buttons on the machine. "I learned how to make it quiet," she smiled, Echo whimpering and scooting away. "Ash said I should stop bothering him because group therapy is over but I missed everything. Do you want to make a bracelet?" Angel took Echo's none answer as a yes, the angelic looking demon setting herself down on the end of Echo's bed. "Those are cute," Angel reached for one of the plushies that her sister's had brought her, petting the rabbit's head. The bear was currently tucked into Echo's arm. "You're lucky you have such cute stuff," Angel smiled, "I don't have anyone to bring me anything, not like everyone else."
Everyone else's rooms were personalized, they had their own clothing and pajamas, having collected stuff from working. Angel wore the standard patient jumpsuit with slits in the back for two heavy looking wings. She pulled beads out of her pocket, placing them on the bed. Echo watched quietly as Angel deftly looped the beads onto the string. "Here!" The demon flinched, jumping back as Angel reached forward, tying the bracelet around one of her skinny wrists. "Now we're friends, see? I have one too! Er well, I have to make myself one...." she trailed off, pulling another string out of her pockets. The other one had cookies packed into it, which were poking out of the top.
"Y-yo-you-r-you-re cr-cra-crazy," Echo murmured, the beads on her wrist shining in the light. "No, you are," Angel smiled, not bothered by Echo's name calling. "We're all crazy, that's why we're on this floor, right? That's what Oliver says," Oliver was a prat, but Echo wasn't going to tell Angel that because it was true. They were all crazy and broken, it was why they were kept here, away from everyone. The only field trip Echo had taken since arriving was to have surgery, not to mention they had gotten rid of outside time altogether for the time being. "W-wh-why d-d-do yo-you wa-wan-want t-t-to b-be fr-frien-friends?" Echo stuttered, the effects of the medication having already worn off.
"Um... it's lonely, inside my head I mean." Angel looked up at the ceiling, the light fixture that could be dimmed and the star stickers that were in every room. "I don't remember anything, Dr. Wei and Dr. Elliot said that maybe one day something will unlock my memories, so I just have to make new ones in the meantime!" Echo had never heard anyone call Wei Dr. Wei, Professor maybe, but she had never called him Doctor. It was almost comical. "So do you want to be friends?" Angel didn't seem to mind when Echo flinched when she spoke, she clasped Echo's hands in her own, Echo scooting away uncomfortably. "S-s-sure," her cheeks were pink as she spoke.
"Angel!" The nurse was blue in the face, suddenly standing in the doorway. "You know you're not allowed in other patient's rooms!"
"I'm not?"
"No, leave Echo alone, she isn't feeling well."