Flying too Close to the Sun
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Thread Topic: Flying too Close to the Sun
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"If you want me to just show you where your room is, that's fine, too. People are usually tired when they arrive." She stood and went to help with his chair, turning it and pushing him towards the general direction of the hallway and elevator. Aspen wondered why he was even there. How had he been injured, and why was he in a facility for older adults? She'd have to ask her mom later on.
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"Aw, man. I would love to sleep, but you can show me around if you'd like to." He gulped down the rest of Chamomile Tea, setting the cup down on his lap for the final time. He let in a dragged yawn as he stretched his back out. He rubbed his eyes. "Is this your job or do you just help put here and there?" He was interested in knowing a few details about the girl.
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"My mom is the owner, so I grew up helping out around here. My friends say it's kind of weird, but so is being a professional actor, I guess..." she replied, trailing off. Chatting with him was incredibly awkward, and she was glad the elevator door opened when it did. She wheeled him into the elevator. "I'm guessing you're on the second floor?"
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"I guess," he answered to this. "That's pretty cool, though." He locked his fingers together, staring straight ahead. The conversation was not exactly that enjoyable, in his opinion, and he decided to stay quiet after that. He didn't feel like dragging a conversation along, especially when he was so fatigued. He ran a hand through his hair.
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"Yeah," she murmured, growing silent as they went up to the second floor. There was a tiny beep, and she pushed him out and down the hallway. Once they got to his room, she realized that they had a problem. "I... uh, I'm not sure I can get you out of your wheelchair on my own. I'm going to go find someone to help."
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He had to break the silence. "No, no. I can get up, can't I?" They made legs for a reason, he reasoned, and his knee couldn't be that horrible. To prove his point, he lifted his leg and very carefully bent, letting out a cracked noise. "Nevermind," he gruffly said, setting it back down in its position. He angrily glared at the ground, because he was supposed to able to do things by himself. He was supposed to be independent. He was supposed to be shooting the next episode of Freezing Point, not there.
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Aspen winced. "Please, don't do that." She understood why he wanted to do that, loss of independence was hard for everyone. But at the same time, he needed to realize that trying to be stronger than he currently was would just delay recovery. She left and found a nurse, who quickly returned with her to Collin's room. They worked together to life the boy over onto the bed, then the nurse helped him get his legs up on the bed.
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He almost wanted to groan in pain, but he chose not to. He was not going to allow himself to appear weak when he was a very capable individual. That's what he believed firmly, and no one was going to tell him otherwise. He would try to walk later on, when he was alone and could focus. He held his glare even as both women aided him in getting into bed. This did not stop him from thanking them gratefully, as he knew they were only doing their jobs,
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"I know that you want to be independent, but you can't right now. It'll slow your overall progress." The nurse gave him a kind smile and stepped out, telling him to call if he needed anything. This left Aspen alone with him, standing there awkwardly. "I... oh, right. Sleep."
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Collin put his attention towards the female. "I will," he mentioned, pulling up on his nearby cover. "I have a question, though, is that okay?" As he waited for a response, his felt around the cast on his knee in disgust. He despised the way that it constricted his leg and made him unable to do much. It was exasperting after always being able to fend for himself.
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"Yeah, of course." She smiled at him. There was no way he could do anything with the other residents, he'd absolutely hate it. One hand tugged at the edge of her dress as she waited for his question.
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"Am I supposed to have meds for this knee? Because it hurts like hell and I don't want to sit in a-go-ny. And also, is there anyone else my age here?" He observed her appearance. He was one for knowing somebody's body language and that was why he paid such close attention when in the middle of a conversation.
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"I have no idea. I can go ask someone if you'd like and... kind of. No other patients. I'm the only one." She'd been fine like this her entire life, but now she realized that he was going to be very... lonely. This realization made her feel that she should've probably spent her life the same way. She'd ask about his medicine, then figure out her social situation.
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"Thanks. That'd be greatly appreciated. Oh, okay. That's cool. That mean the other people are like, in their 20s?" He assumed that the center was for different ages. If teenagers were lacking in the facilities, then young adults must have made up for it. He wouldn't mind making friends from twenty-something year-olds. He had done that in the studio plenty of times, so what differwnt was it there?
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"The youngest one is 63, I think," she murmured. The nurses were almost entirely about thirty, too. She had no idea why he was sent here, instead of somewhere ideal for minors and young adults. Not wanting to answer any more questions about it, she told him that she'd go ask about his medicine and left the room quickly.
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