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mari4212About a page this time. Our mystery kid wakes up.
The boy’s eyelashes fluttered and he turned his head slightly. The movement caught George’s attention, and he leaned over and grabbed the boy’s hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“Wuh?” the boy muttered as his eyes opened. Unfocused hazel eyes blinked, as he tried to focus on the man sitting next to him. Blue eyes staring out of a line-seamed face framed by salt and pepper hair looked back at him.
“How ya doin’ kid?” the man asked.
The boy shifted, and then winced. “Owww,” he muttered. “I could feel better,” he admitted. “How did I get here, and where precisely is here, anyway?”
George smiled. Boy still had some spunk in him, that comment had some bite to it. “You’re in St. Luke’s hospital, but I’m not sure how you got yourself hurt. First thing I knew of it, you were making a crash landing into my garden. I haven’t even been able to find out your name, much less anything else. You got yourself pretty badly banged up, kid.”
“Okay,” the boy drawled, obviously trying to fit the information into his worldview. “Wait, you said you didn’t know what my name is.” The boy was starting to look a bit more panicked. “I can’t remember it myself, how am I going to find out who I am?”
“Easy kid, let me go get the doctors, they’ll want to know you woke up. They can help figure out how to get you back on your feet and back in your life.” George said, looking into the young man’s wide eyes.
He hurried out into the hall, snagging the closest nurse. “The boy’s awake, seems coherent, but he doesn’t remember his name. Get his doctor in here, will ya?”
She nodded nervously, and then ran down the hall.
George headed back into the boy’s room, laughing. “Nice to see I’ve still got it.”
“Got what?” the boy asked.
“The ability to terrify the nurses with a word. Doc Bairns always said that I was the worst patient he ever saw. On the plus side, I never got given a sponge bath by someone who hadn’t been through the mills. Giggly girls drove me nuts. I’d take the local old battle-ax over a candy-striper.” George answered.
The boy seemed to be thinking this over, but before he could ask anything else, the doctor walked in. Younger than most, he’d still earned George’s respect over the past few weeks, mainly by showing that although he was a doctor, he still possessed a sense of humor. His first words to the boy reflected this, “So, I see you’ve decided to pull a soap.”
The boy’s brow furrowed as he frowned, momentarily making him look older. “What do you mean?”
“George here mentioned that you couldn’t recall what your name was. If you’ve ever watched daytime tv, you’ll have noticed that that’s a common ailment on soap operas, far more common than it is in real life. I’d like to run some tests on you, see what exactly it is that we’re dealing with before I make any diagnoses. You feeling up for it?
The boy’s eyelashes fluttered and he turned his head slightly. The movement caught George’s attention, and he leaned over and grabbed the boy’s hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“Wuh?” the boy muttered as his eyes opened. Unfocused hazel eyes blinked, as he tried to focus on the man sitting next to him. Blue eyes staring out of a line-seamed face framed by salt and pepper hair looked back at him.
“How ya doin’ kid?” the man asked.
The boy shifted, and then winced. “Owww,” he muttered. “I could feel better,” he admitted. “How did I get here, and where precisely is here, anyway?”
George smiled. Boy still had some spunk in him, that comment had some bite to it. “You’re in St. Luke’s hospital, but I’m not sure how you got yourself hurt. First thing I knew of it, you were making a crash landing into my garden. I haven’t even been able to find out your name, much less anything else. You got yourself pretty badly banged up, kid.”
“Okay,” the boy drawled, obviously trying to fit the information into his worldview. “Wait, you said you didn’t know what my name is.” The boy was starting to look a bit more panicked. “I can’t remember it myself, how am I going to find out who I am?”
“Easy kid, let me go get the doctors, they’ll want to know you woke up. They can help figure out how to get you back on your feet and back in your life.” George said, looking into the young man’s wide eyes.
He hurried out into the hall, snagging the closest nurse. “The boy’s awake, seems coherent, but he doesn’t remember his name. Get his doctor in here, will ya?”
She nodded nervously, and then ran down the hall.
George headed back into the boy’s room, laughing. “Nice to see I’ve still got it.”
“Got what?” the boy asked.
“The ability to terrify the nurses with a word. Doc Bairns always said that I was the worst patient he ever saw. On the plus side, I never got given a sponge bath by someone who hadn’t been through the mills. Giggly girls drove me nuts. I’d take the local old battle-ax over a candy-striper.” George answered.
The boy seemed to be thinking this over, but before he could ask anything else, the doctor walked in. Younger than most, he’d still earned George’s respect over the past few weeks, mainly by showing that although he was a doctor, he still possessed a sense of humor. His first words to the boy reflected this, “So, I see you’ve decided to pull a soap.”
The boy’s brow furrowed as he frowned, momentarily making him look older. “What do you mean?”
“George here mentioned that you couldn’t recall what your name was. If you’ve ever watched daytime tv, you’ll have noticed that that’s a common ailment on soap operas, far more common than it is in real life. I’d like to run some tests on you, see what exactly it is that we’re dealing with before I make any diagnoses. You feeling up for it?
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Date: 2005-08-24 01:30 am (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2005-08-24 02:10 am (UTC)And I knew that I needed to add in the soap reference, because if I were reading this, that would be what the situation would remind me of.
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Date: 2005-08-24 02:31 am (UTC)Again I say, excellent!
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Date: 2005-08-24 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 05:13 am (UTC)Doc Bairns always said that I was the worst patient he ever saw.
Sounds like Jack. :D
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Date: 2005-08-24 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 11:55 am (UTC)*stuffs pillow onto desk*
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Date: 2005-08-28 10:08 am (UTC)*hits pillow*
*muffled*
Fank you.