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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 13, 2011 20:47:52 GMT -6
It had been about a day and a half since the fight he had with Skylar. Anthony was laying in one of the few hospital beds the school had. His hands had been restrained, mostly cause his file probably tells doctors how if he wasn't when he was conscious he'd be taking the iv's and stuff out. He didn't like having a bunch of tubes and stuff stuck in him. He laid still in the bed, no marks on his face but his ribs were black and blue.
His eyes slowly opened a little. It wasn't much, the light, even though dim seemed really bright. He could feel the oxygen thing in his nose and around his face. That must mean he was in the medical wing. He gently tried to move his hands but he felt the padded restraints around his wrists. These people had gotten smart. He cleared his throat a couple times, it felt dry. His eyes still weren't open all the way. He felt some what tired, and a little like he was flying, it must have been the pain medicine he was on. Though he wasn't sure why they would pump him full of something he used to be addicted to.
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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 13, 2011 21:37:31 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown (Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar sat against the wall, hidden from few behind a curtain. She were her normal clothes, black t-shirt and a pair of gray skinny jeans. She'd spent the night in the medical wing the night before, the doctor wanting to keep a close eye on here, making sure she didn't have a concussion. Which meant a nurse was in there every five minutes making sure she didn't fall asleep and into a coma. She didn't. They'd given her her normal clothes to wear, even a pair of socks that had been in her drawer, one yellow and one pink, and she'd been heading to isolation after supper. She was pulled out of her thoughts, and honestly she hadn't been thinking anything, she'd just locked herself into a blank world of nothingness inside her head, when she heard someone clearing their throat. He was awake.. and thank god, he was restrained.
She stood up slowly, pulling the curtain open, taking in the scene. A high looking Anthony restrained on his bed, and a tired, puffy eyed Pixel sitting in a chair beside his bed, passed out. Skylar knew for a fact she'd been up most of the night. She'd talked to Anthony in a whisper, telling him he loved him, and she heard her more than once stop talking long enough to kiss Anthony's cheek, or hand... and she'd heard Pixel cry a lot. All Skylar could think was that she deserved more than a week, but she figured a week was all they could give her at one time. She looked over at Anthony, then grabbed the plastic spoon that had came with her lunch tray, that she didn't eat. She walked over to Anthony, and grabbed the bucket of ice chips they'd put by his bed in case he woke up. She grabbed some with the spoon, and held it out to him. "Here... I would wake her to do it but she was up until like, five A.M." The redhead whispered and nodded towards Pixel.
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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 13, 2011 21:57:44 GMT -6
Anthony saw Skylar appear above him. Who in their right mind would let her in here after everything that happened. He wasn't going to question that at the moment. She was offereing him what looked to be like ice chips. He leaned his head up a little and took the stuff off the spoon. Then he let his head lay against the pillow again. His eyes just stared at her. He couldn't really remember what happened after she stomped on his foot. He thought it would hurt more then it did but he felt pretty damn good for just coming out of battle.
His eyes trailed over to Pixel sleeping in a chair. That was real love there. He loved her so much. "Doc must have me on something good .. My upper half is tingly and I can't feel nothing from my waste down." His voice was weak and quiet. A smile appeared on his face. "As soon as can get out of this bed I'm gonna kick your ass" He laughed some at that statement.
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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 13, 2011 22:16:08 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar dug the spoon back in the ice, digging a whole in the center. She had another blank look on her face. She glanced up as Anthony looked over at Pixel, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. The way he looked at her.. The way she'd been fussing over him the night before... it was love. As much as she liked Liam, she still didn't think they'd ever be so in love that they'd survive a teenage pregnancy. She looked back at the ice and scooped some back, holding it back out to him. "Yeah, sure, I don't care anymore, Price." She was tired of fighting Anthony and getting hurt and having everyone and their mother pissed off at her. She just.. wanted to be left the f*ck alone.
Skylar looked over at Pixel, then back at Anthony. "I'd think.. Since you seem to love her so f*cking much, you wouldn't hurt her by getting into trouble all the time, picking fights with people and getting yourself hurt. You may not have had to see her crying last night, begging you to wake up and not go into a mother f*cking coma or some sh!t, but I did, okay?" Skylar stabbed the ice with the spoon. "You don't get to act like you care about her then hurt her. It doesn't work like that, dipshit." She set the ice bucket down, shaking her head and sighing. "But I didn't leave my section of the medical wing to lecture you on the ins and outs of a teenage girls mind and emotions. I came in here to say I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being a bitch, I'm sorry for fighting you again, I'm sorry for not being the bigger goddamned person and walking away. I'm... I'm f*cking sorry, okay?!" Skylar's head snapped to Pixel, making sure she didn't wake her, and once she was convinced she hadn't she looked back at Anthony, frowning slightly. "And I'm sorry for raising my voice."
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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 13, 2011 22:49:09 GMT -6
Anthony listened to her speak. His eyes moved over to Pixel. Deep down and maybe on the surface too he knew Skylar was right. He hurt Pixel everytime he got in trouble. But she loved him anyways, and always. And he loved her too, but he was a lot like Skylar. He had a short fuse, and it often felt good to beat the crap out of the nearest person. And he didn't care how bad they hurt after wards. Or that he was even being sent to isolation. But Pixel was the one always hurt by this. She had to live without him for however long it took him to get out of isolation.
"Your right. She's always the one who ends up getting hurt. And its ok .. no harm no foul." He moved the restrained hand that was closest to her up in a shaking motion. He was looking to call a truce. No more fighting. At least not between them. "Sorry for .. Your face" He made sort of a pained look. He could see the outline of a bruise starting to form beside her eye. He'd hit her pretty hard. If nothing else he knew where to hit to make it hurt.
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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 13, 2011 23:42:24 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar reached over and shook his hand slightly, nodding. She didn't mean to make the guy feel bad.. just it sucked that she had to sit up listening to Pixel.. blubber all night long over a guy that was passed out and couldn't even hear how much she loved him and a bunch of other crap Skylar would sooner swan dive off a cliff into jagged rocks than say. But Skylar wasn't.. open like that. "It looks worst than it feels..." It hurt like a b!tch, but Skylar had spent years learning to block out everything, including pain. She reached up, running her over the bruise, clenching her jaw. "Except when I touch it."
Skylar looked towards the door. She would have been back in her dorm already, but she'd waited for Anthony to wake up. She looked back at Anthony, shrugging. "I kinda got to go get ready for isolation.. I wonder what's gonna happen if we ever need up having to go at the same time. They'll tape some pillows to the inside of a supply closet and shove one of us in there, probably." Skylar smirked, shaking her head softly. If she did it too hard it hurt like all hell. She was going to try to be nice after this.. really, she was. For the same reason she just told Anthony, it wasn't just them that got punished whenever they didn't to freak out on someone just because they were having a bad day. No, it was Liam and Pixel that got punished. Though, she doubted Liam took it as hard as Pixel. Skylar would probably never understand it, but Pixel seemed to care more about Anthony than the rest of the world combined. Maybe it was the whole having his baby thing. Skylar was not about to have Liam's baby.. Uhh... or maybe ever. Skylar would screw a kid up so bed. "So.. Anyway... I'll see you, Anthony.." Skylar raised her hand in a slight wave, then turned, grabbed her shoes from the foot of her head, and walked out of the sick bay.
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Post by Pixel Conner on Sept 14, 2011 0:14:35 GMT -6
Pixel had a lot of trouble sleeping when she did finally try to sleep. She'd doze, wake up, doze, wake up, over and over again, and it left her tired than if she just hadn't went to sleep at all. When she finally did sleep, it was passing out. She didn't dream, she just slept. It was hard.. Just everything. Not knowing if Anthony would wake up. She didn't want him to wake up and her be like nine months preggo. Or already have had the baby. Or some crazy crap like that.. She just wanted him to wake up and be okay. It took everything she had in her not to climb into Anthony's bed while he was sleeping the night before. Breath in his familiar scent, relax into his arms. She probably would have slept better than, but she didn't, not wanted to wake up and disappointed he wasn't awake and watching her sleep.
Pixel stirred, moving around in the chair and groaning. Her blanket fell over of her, and she had to open her eyes to look for it. Then she saw Anthony, sitting up in bed and awake. She jumped up, grabbing him by his hospital gown and kissing his lips, then his cheek and neck and shoulder, tears falling from her eyes. She pulled back and looked at him, her hands running over his face, and she was smiling through her tears. "I'll be right back." Pixel moved from him and walked away. She worked in the medical wing, and knew it like the back of her hand. It didn't take her very long to find the keys to the restraints, then she was back because Anthony and undoing them. "They told me why they put these on you, so.. Leave the IVs and crap in, or I'm going to taser your ass." Pixel lifted up the covers and climbed in them. She was wearing her sleep clothes, a purple tank top and gray shorts with white polka dots. She climbed under the covers with him, straddling him but not actually touching him, not knowing if he was hurt or anything. "They gave you a sh!t ton of pain meds last night.." Pixel smiled softly. Looking back on it, it wasn't fun watching Anthony detox, but.. If it made him feel better, even for right now, then she was okay with it this once. "Are you okay? Please be okay." Pixel cupped his face in her hands, leaning forward and kissing his lips, then nose, then forehead. She wanted to kiss him all better.
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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 14, 2011 20:42:46 GMT -6
Anthony waved a little at Skylar as she was leaving. He let his head lean back and let his eyes droop again. They weren't all the way closed. Then he heard Pixel and felt her grab the gown he was put in when he got to the medical wing he guessed. Her lips were on his and then off as fast as they were on. She was gone for about a minute then she was back and unlocking his hands. He was fine he didn't understand why she kept saying please be ok.
"Pixel baby .. I'm fine" He loved the way she cared so much about him. She really was the girl for him. "Hey .. help me up ... I need to move around some .. My whole lower half feels like nothing is there .. Maybe its cause of the pain meds and laying down like I have been" He really needed to walk around some. His voice was soft and his dark blue eyes looked pleadingly to hers.
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Post by Pixel Conner on Sept 14, 2011 21:39:50 GMT -6
Pixel looked at him, a sad look on her face that she was clearly trying to hide. She leaned forward and kissed him softly. She pulled away and frowned. "I'm suppose to tell the doctor when you wake up..." She put kissed each one of the fingers on his left hand, then put it back in the restraints. She grabbed his right hand and did the same thing. Once he was back in the restraints she leaned forward and kissed his lips again. "I'll be back, with the doctor, okay?" She smiled softly. She was not.. not about to tell him. No, that was the doctors damn job, it wasn't hers. This is why she was going to be a stylist and not a nurse, or doctor. So that it wouldn't be her job to tell people bad news.
She got out of the bed, covering Anthony back up. "Stay sexy, babe." She smiled at him, thinking about how he'd said "Pixel baby" when he was telling her he was fine. She liked that, she didn't know why. He didn't call her baby, or babe a lot. That's normally what she called him. No.. he was her sweets. Pixel grabbed the keys to the restraints and put them back where they belonged, that went into Anders office, telling him that Anthony was awake and asking if they could go tell him now.
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Post by anderssjodin on Sept 14, 2011 22:12:58 GMT -6
Anders sat at his desk, his mouth drawn down into a small frown as he held a set of x-rays up to the light. This wasn't good. The boy restrained to the bed out in the Medical ward needed to be in a hospital. A real one. This type of injury was more than they were equipped to deal with here. But the boy had been brought in unconscious, unmoving, and with various injuries. Those had to be treated first, this more complex problem hadn't initially been evident, not until the x-rays came in. He needed a specialist, someone who could examine and give a better diagnosis than him. All he could do in this situation was give him the facts honestly, and hope.
He placed the x-ray down on his desk, sighing and running a hand through his hair. He looked over to the door with a frown when it opened. Pixel. The Price boy must be awake. Anders wasn't entirely comfortable with her being there, nor was she supposed to be Privy to the boy's medical condition, regardless of their connection to one another. But she'd arrived at the Medical wing as he was speaking with the Paramedic, and overhearing them, refused to leave her baby's father's side. Short of sedating her, she wasn't moving. And Anders had more important things on his mind than following the strict protocol. He stood from his chair, placing an arm comfortingly on Pixel's shoulder as he walked past her. He arranged his face in a pleasant, if not devoid of expression look, wiping away the frown with practiced ease.
He walked over to where Anthony was restrained to the bed, and did a quick cursory glance over the IV site, and checked the boy's vitals, jotting some notes in his file. He adjusted the drip slightly, slowing down the rate the morphine was flowing into his system. The boy would hardly be needing the pain killer now. He smiled down at the bed, pulling a chair over and settling his tall frame in it, getting closer to eye level, knowing that was a better option than towering over him. After years of delivering this kind of news, Anders was a pro, it was never easy though. “ Hi Anthony. ” he said, resting his hands on his knees and keeping eye contact with the boy. “I'm not going to sugar coat this, you had a rough fall, and are in pretty bad shape right now. How are you feeling, any pain?”[/size]
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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 14, 2011 22:32:41 GMT -6
Anthony let Pixel put his hands back in the restraints. Really what he wanted was for her to let him walk around a little. He didn't really care if Anders had to check him out. He just wanted to get this numb feeling to go away for a little bit. A few minutes of walking around would make him feel a little bit better. His eyes watched Pixel and Anders come back in. Pixel stayed out of Anders way while he checked a few things and adjusted some stuff and wrote in his chart thingy. Then he was sitting down. That means conversation.
He was asking if Anthony was feeing any pain. Anthony didn't feel anything. He wanted to stand up. "No I don't feel anything ... Look Doc .. When can I get out of here .. I hate these tubes and needles in me and not being able to have my hands and reall I'd just like to get up and moved around so .. can ya just let me out of this stuff?" His eyes moved to Anders, trying to read the doctor. He didn't feel in pretty bad shape so he didn't understand. He swallowed some waiting for the doctor to say ok and let him stand up.
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Post by Pixel Conner on Sept 14, 2011 23:10:53 GMT -6
Pixel ignored the look the doctor was giving her. Yeah, she shouldn't be here. Her excuse was... she worked here. And she was having Anthony's mother f*cking baby, she deserved to be there. Pixel want to get Anthony out of the restraints again, but she couldn't because of the doctor being there. She just wanted to hug him, and hold him close. So what if that's all she ever be able to do again? She'd hold Anthony forever. She'd help him into bed at night, or she'd get him those things so he could do it himself self. His arms would get all buff and sexy. She wondered if maybe.. by some miracle... it would still work. But she didn't care if it didn't. She'd live. And so would Anthony. That was the best thing right now, Anthony was alive. She didn't have to raise a child by herself, never had to tell kid their dad was dead.
Pixel climbed into the bed beside Anthony, resting her head on his shoulder, reaching over and linking their fingers together. "I love you... forever and always.." She whispered it softly, so low maybe he wouldn't be able to hear her. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down. Her best friend as a child had been deaf, and Pixel had once gone to the girl's birthday party, and a lot of her friends from this childhood support group for disabled children had been there. There was this one girl.. All Pixel could remember was that she had her brown hair into too braids, and she looked so pretty she could have been a china doll, and she had spina bifida. But that didn't stop Pixel from being her friend, and they sat inside and colored together while everyone else was outside playing. Pixel was a very caring, loving person. She already loved Anthony with everything she had, a wheelchair would not change one damn thing about the way she felt about him.
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Post by anderssjodin on Sept 14, 2011 23:38:31 GMT -6
It was only due to his experience that Anders didn't frown at Anthony's words. It was what he was most worried about, that the boy would wake up and feel nothing. He'd read the x-rays right then. He wished the teen was screaming out in agony, that would be better than this. Anders stood so he could reach over and undo the arm restraints, it wasn't as though the boy could go anywhere. He settled back in his chair, keeping his eyes on Anthony. “ I'm afraid that won't be possible Anthony. You're going to need to stay like that.” He looked at Pixel as she climbed into the bed, yet another thing he probably should put a stop to, but he didn't have the heart. It would probably do him good having her there.
“ When you fell, you landed on your back, Anthony. The impact caused compression along your spine. There is extensive swelling at this point, which is pressing the nerves along your vertebrae. Luckily, you avoided damage to your neck and upper spine, but I can't properly asses what kind of damage was done to you lower back. Your x-rays don't show a fracture, but with the amount of tissue damage and swelling it's hard to tell what may be there]” He frowned ever so slightly “ I can't let you get up from the bed Anthony, because your lower body isn't working. I can't say for sure whether this paralysis is caused by compressed nerves or an actual injury to your spinal chord. I've already got you scheduled with a specialist at the hospital in town, they should be able to tell you more.[/size]
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Post by Anthony Price on Sept 15, 2011 0:05:04 GMT -6
Anthony frowned watching the doctor undo his restraints. His words didn't make any sense to him. He suffered a bump on the head and maybe a broken wrist. He couldn't be paralyzed. It just wasn't possible. He didn't know how. Anders was saying he fell. But he didn't remember falling. He remembered Skylar flipping him over her shoulder and thats all. So this meant he was stuck in this bed until further notice, then probably a chair for the rest of his life. There would be no more sports or playing with his baby. All because he was stupid and picked a fight with someone.
His eyes moved from Anders down to his lap. Pixel was the one who was going to suffer from this. He was bad for her. She didn't deserve someone like him. Someone who would always cause her pain in life. And now he was only half of what he used to be so she was even worse off to stay with him. He let his eyes close for a minute. He was trying to keep his temper in check. But it was starting to bubble over again. This time at himself really. He hated himself for the pain this was gonna cause Pixel. He loved her but all he ever did was hurt her. His hand quickly turned into a fist and slammed down on the railing of the bed the noise it made sorta echoed in the room.
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Post by Pixel Conner on Sept 15, 2011 10:35:18 GMT -6
Pixel listened to Anthony's heartbeat instead of Anders talking, her thumb drawing circles in his palm. She wasn't going to listen to Anders, she didn't need to hear the technical terms of it. She really loved him, he just fit with her. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in his scent. She could hear his heartbeat pattern changing, she didn't like it. Was it too much to ask that her boyfriend just.. always be okay? She didn't like it when he was unhappy, it broke her heart. They'd get through this. Teen pregnancy had been a problem... That was something to worry about. Being in a wheel chair.. It was the reason there were ramps beside stairs. This was nothing, they'd get over this... Yeah, they'd get through this.
Then Anthony was hitting the railing behind her, and Pixel damn near jumped out of her skin, but instead she just jumped across the bed, over him. She grabbed the hand she had been holding and she pulled his arm around her, burying her face in his neck. Then.. a thought hit her.. Was he mad at her? Did he not want her to be in bed with him. Pixel was still for a few seconds, then she whispered, trying really hard not to let the hurt show in her voice. "Baby.. Are you mad at me? I can leave, if you want me too." She pulled Anthony's arm around her more. She would leave if her asked her too, she was just hoping he wouldn't ask her too. She wanted to be with Anthony through this, all of it. She was going to holding his hand and tell him she loved him. She stroked his wedding band with her thumb. Forever, that's what that ring meant to her, she just hoped it still meant that to Anthony.
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