Flying too Close to the Sun
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Thread Topic: Flying too Close to the Sun
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"I like tea," he said simply. He didn't have much of an appetite, which was not the best thing for his health. He had had small snacks such as pretzels or unsalted crackers in the hospital. Nothing seemed right for him at that moment, everything had come crashing down from his highest point. This fact was depressing, and he blinked in anger.
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"Any preference?" she asked, stepping through the doorway and watching him. She could tell he hated being here, but there really wasn't anything he could do about that. She wasn't sure how to explain that to him, either. Her fingers returned to the side of her dress as she tried to figure out what to say. Suddenly, she remembered. "Oh, I found out why you're here. I mean, why you're in this center instead of one that isn't... full of old people."
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"I like any tea," he hurriedly said to her. Any type of tea was enough to calm his nerves or soothe him. "I'd like to know," he responded to her second statement. He was dumbfoudned as to just why he was placed in a center with all elderly folk. It was as though they didn't want him to socialize or keep up with everything.
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She walked over and stood next to the bed, not sure if it would be out of their current boundaries to sit down on the bed. It was awkward to stand and talk to him like this, though. "Well, apparently your... whoever's in charge of you, decided that a facility full of people who knew about your show would hinder your recovery process. They thought it'd be exhausting and that people might be interested in you just because you're famous? I'm sorry." She sighed and gave him a sympathetic look.
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"That's a horrible reason," he argued quietly. "How is being lonely and quiet going to help me?" He was infuriated by the reasoning of the choice of facilities. He would give anything to share a meal with someone his age, chat about the latest trends. Something told him he was being ungrateful, so he bit his tongue.
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(wow rude give her a chance like wow u kids are awful)
"Hey, sorry. I'll be back in a bit with some tea." She left the room, grabbing her plate as she went. Once she was downstairs, she was greeted by a few of the residents, most of who were doing some sort of leisurely activity. As she passed one of the larger rooms, she received a few waves from women in the yoga group. She finally made it to the kitchen, nearly running into her mom as she walked in. She was chatting with one of the nurses, a fresh cup of coffee in her hand. The nurse smiled when she saw the girl.
"Nora, wasn't she the one who asked? You should tell her." Aspen looked up at her mom curiously.
"Remember when you suggested a therapy dog? We can get one. In fact, I was thinking we could go in a day or two. What do you think?"
The girl grinned excitedly, then walked into the kitchen. "That sounds great. I'm picking the name, right?" She got confirmation from her mother, then went to get a cup of tea for Collin. -
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He had slowly inched towards the edge of the bed and was prepared to attempt to walk on his own. His legs dangled off of the side of the bed, the casted knee holding a heavy feeling of pressure. The ground seemed so far away, as close as it was. His feet were just above it, but it seemed like a canyon thay stretched for miles. It was a neverending span of land that could be reached just by stepping down in one swift movement. He contemplated his choice to try this action, sliding his posterior across the bed until he was almost off of it. He figured that he would first make it to the ground and then he would work himself up to a standing position. -
She left the kitchen with the mug, heading back upstairs. She knocked before entering the room, knowing from personal experience how awkward it could be to walk in on a resident when they didn't expect it. She definitely didn't expect to see him trying to walk. There was no way he could stand up, but clearly, he was too busy thinking about what could go right to realize something had to go wrong. She set the tea on the nightstand and went instinctively to catch him if he fell.
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He turned his head to get a good look at Aspen, apologizing. It was evident that was he was attempting to do was incredibly wrong. Walking with an injured knee was a mistake that would deter anyone's He used whatever strength he had to start to make his way back into bed. He apologized a good three or four times when he found himself halfway on and halfway off. "That was stupid. I'm sorry. I just find this all really unfair."
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"I know, but... really, if someone else catches you doing that..." She frowned, looking everywhere but at him. Eventually, her gaze came to rest on his wheelchair. Maybe he couldn't walk, but he could get around on his own. "Do you think you could push yourself? Your arms seem fine."
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All he did was nod and push himself onto the bed, his legs dangling off of the side. "That sounds like a nice deal." He rubbed his shoulder awkwardly before stating, "I must seem like such a drama queen. I don't want to make it seem like I'm an attention hog. I'm sorry, alright?" Once these words had passed, he felt somewhat better than he had before. He understood that in order to get a bit better in his condition, he would have to accept what had taken place and not attempt to do what was only going to hurt him.
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