Would someone like to soap with this plot?
Thread Topic: Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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f--- IMMA RESPOND NOW
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CONFIRMED
Liam let his phone drop to his chest, peering at the ceiling in a dazed manner. He wouldn't grievbeover the fact that Blue would be going away in a matter of time. He would make the most of the five days they had together. He would allow himself to see every part of him in the best light possible. He would 'speak' with him to the best of his ability, let himself be known to Blue and vice versa. The boy smiled at this, pulling his phone up once more. He went into to Instagram, into his own set of pictures, scrolling all the way back until he came to his very first photo. It was of Marina and himself crossing their arms and staring into the distance. He grinned wildly, placing his finger over the option dots. With that, he deleted the photo. From there, he picked through the feed, finding about ten photos of her. Each one, he deleted.
It was liberating to rid his feed of her. After he did so, he went to her profile, blocking her instantly. He nearly stuck the middle finger out as a final f--- you, but he chose not to. He yawned, and clicked his phone off. The boy set the device on the windowsill, adjusting himself on his bed, hoping dearly he would be capable of drifting off and into a peaceful sleep. He needed it after the eventful day he'd gone through. Blue had it far worse, he knew that. He didn't have nearly enough reason to be as upset as he was. He stretched in the bed, wincing at the sharp pains he was feeling from the cut. He shrugged it off, curling back into his covers. -
Indeed
It was a few hours before the test was over. And when it was, it was around six in the morning. Way too early for Blue too be awake, in his own opinion. He stumbled out of the testing room, fumbling with the hospital gown as he trudged to the room he was resident in. But before he could do so, an ER nurse confronted him. She was tall with dark hair and olive skin. Her eyes were dark colored as well, and now she focused on Blue like a piece of meat. She crossed her arms, rolling her neck. "This roll is for ER patients only, you've been moved to a more semi permanent room on the second floor. Room 262, here's the key." She gave him a bronze key, which was awfully small. He feared he might lose it if worse came to worse. "Your things have been taken by an intern up there. Also, here's your phone. You have a few texts, but I didn't look." The electronic was placed in his hand.
Blue wanted to groan or complain, but he merely nodded. "Okay." He rasped, his voice not quite ready yet. He wondered how these nurses survived their shifts. Long, aggravating hours with no shortage of work and plenty of stress. No wonder she seemed so ready to end the conversation, she probably had plenty of paperwork and patients to take care of. Blue knew the stress of the ER. His aunt, Thalia, was an ER nurse, and looked quite similar to the woman he had just encountered. He had no shortage of residence in the emergency room as a patient, either. He walked down the hall, the same hall they had walked to the cafe. About halfway down that hall was the elevator, in which he pressed the up button. He almost wanted to press the down button out of simple curiousity as to what was down there, but he didn't think of it much.
Entering the large elevator, he found there was a woman and a new born baby in it. She was likely leaving the hospital with her child. She was of Mexican origin, he noticed, and also didn't seem to fond to be in the hospital. Her child was of slightly darker color of her, but with pinker cheeks, full of newly given life. How cute, he thought. Although he hadn't had much experience with them, Blue loved babies. He wanted some of his own when he was older- however that would work out. He smiled gently to her, genuinely happy for the stranger. She exited, and the doors closed. Slow, jazzy music played as the modern elevator shot up to the second floor. Within seconds, he was there, and he began to wander the halls. He found this floor to be more open than the last, and found there was a skywalk, which was what the elevator had ushered him into. Walking, confused, he found himself at the opposite end of the building from where he had been. There was no sign of any rooms. "Whaaa..?" His mind still wasn't fully functioning, and found himself dragging more and more, forcing himself to stay awake. Poking a man whom was seemingly filling out paperwork, he seemed like staff, he thought. He was wearing the same blue outfit as everyone else. Scrubs were joyous- sarcasm- he thought. "What?! Oh.. I apologize." The man had a Boston accent, and was mid forties, maybe. He had salt and pepper hair, with glaring gray eyes and part of a beard.
"Uh.." He stepped back, shyly, "Do you know where.." He glanced at his key, looking to see if the room number was on it. Luckily, it was. "Room 262 is..?" -
eyoooo
When six o' clock clicked onto his phone's clock, an obnoxious, blaring alarm sounded, scaring him awake and causing him to slap his hand on the screen in a frantic fit to make the noise stop. He rubbed at his eyes, smiling gently as he realized he had been capable in achieving a decent amount of sleep. The next thing he did was check the bandage on his hand. Only a little was able to be seen from bleeding through. He shrugged it off, not deeming it as enough to make changing the bandages necessary. The boy crossed over to his closet, stripping from his clothing and grabbing a new outfit. He pulled on deep red khaki pants that paired nicely with the black hoodie he threw on. On the front was a picture of a tipped over Coca Cola bottle. He yanked on his black Vans once again, stretching and yawning all at once.
He exited his bedroom, finding that Paxton had been on the other side of the door. He silently apologized to the canine, heading down the stairs with the pudgy animal plodding away to keep the same stride as Liam. The boy soon found himself in the kitchen. His father stood, sipping away on a steaming cup of coffee out of a Lord of the Rings mug. The male smiled at this sight, leaning against the counter and offering a wave in a way of greeting. He pondered the reason his father was up so early. Usually, he wasn't downstairs until there were only about ten minutes to spare before they would have to leave. He didn't decide to ask, however. He most likely hadn't slept due to dealing with Uncle Peter's death. His father held a strong brotherly bond with the man even with the dark cloud of mental illness hanging over the other. It was difficult to deal with, sure, but his dad always found a way to console whatever fears his brother was facing and to convince him that he was alright. It was inspiring, in a way, to Liam. He wished to be exactly like his father.
The man looked to him, setting the coffee mug down and beginning to sign off a long statement. He performed the hand motions fluently and without hesitation. I talked with your mother and it took a little convincing, but we are allowing you to spend the day at the hospital. Have fun, spend time with your friend. We will leave soon. Eat a little breakfast. The boy must have given the man at least twenty thank yous. While his father prepared himself, he basically inhaled two granola bars and a banana. He collected whatever necessary items he would need. Once he was completely ready, he stood excitedly by the door. -
Heyyyy
Blue found that the man did, indeed, know where his room resided. "I'll show you. I have nothing important to do." The man said, leading the platinum haired boy off. As they walked, he found the hospital staff had attempted to make small talk.
"What's you're name?" The man asked.
"Blue."
"That's a nice name, I'm Doctor Keenin. My first name is Gregory." The man told him. Blue always found Gregory as a quirky, funny name, but with the stern tone the man spoke in, the teenager decided not to speak anything. "What do you do?" Blue asked innocently.
"Pathology, diagnostics. Stuff like that. Not much of personally curing the patients, but I do figure out what's wrong. It's the first step to any cure." Blue couldn't help but agree with this reasoning. He didn't think anyone would be able to argue, anyways.
It was a somewhat long walk with bits and pieces of small talk. Blue had focused mainly on the tiles of the floor, which changed whenever they entered a new section of the hospital. They were green one moment, pink the next, and blue after that. Blue liked the colors, even though they were a tad distracting. Blue was eventually lead to the room, and he thanked the doctor, shaking his hand, since they hadn't got a chance when they had first met. "Bye, thanks again." Blue said, sticking the key in the keyhole as Doctor Keenin waltzed off. For someone who 'didn't have much to do' he walked rather quickly, Blue noted.
When he walked into the room, he found it was somewhat plain, but very nice. It had olive colored walls, a large table for dining, and two bedrooms down the hall. From first appearances, he was unable to see the bathroom, and it wasn't all that important. He breathed in, making his way to a bedroom that was powder Blue, ironically enough. It had a strange scent of cinammon, but was strangely appealing. Sitting on the bed, which was quite comfortable, the boy checked his texts. -
man I keep missing you all teh time
His father was alarmingly quick in getting ready and hurrying to join him. Liam opened the door for the man and followed him swiftly out of the home. They made their way to the van they had been in the previous day. Each sat themselves in their designated places. They adjusted their seatbelts, and promptly, the man pulled the bulky vehicle out of the driveway, starting down the same route as before. The teenager was still rather tired. He typically slept in until around nine thirty on days that were school free. He leaned his head against the passenger side window, yawning and closing his eyes. His mouth still tasted of the sleepiness he was feeling and his body was weak.
As he rested, his mind drifted into thoughts about the eventful night he'd had. The male hoped earnestly that his father would refrain from speaking of the horrible things he'd done inside of his room. He felt his face grow warm with embarrassment and upset. He didn't allow the emotions to overcome him, however, and rather permitted himself to fall into a light slumber while the car bumped and rolled along the street. His mind raced through exactly how his day with Blue would go and how the other male would react.
That was another thing. He wondered if Blue would be excited that he came for a day long visit or if he would be annoyed at the fact that he would be coming back so soon. He hoped dearly that it would be the position reaction. He wanted to be the person that turned the male's day around and made him see that everything was going to be okay. He sighed happily as he envisioned Blue's smile and laugh. The joyful noise played over in his head. Fast, crashing love. He shook his head and lifted it with his eyes opening, shocked to find that the van was already pulling into the parking lot of the hospital. His father easily found a parking space. The two collected themselves and exited their sides and hurried into the main lobby of the hospital. -
Sorry I was busy shopping for shoes + bras + tights yesterday, had a dentist appointment, had homework, dyed my hair, and managed to grab a frappe from McDonalds somewhere in there.
As the nurse had said, he had quite a few. Rose, Jaune, Rouge and his mother had all texted. His mother had texted twice. The configuration of his phone only let him see who had texted him on the lock screen; not the exact message. So he decided to click on Rouge's name first. It was quite early when he had received it, so she must have stayed up late. This bothered him, Rouge always had tendencies for insomnia- he hoped her disease- which she had mostly overcome, hadn't turned for a relapse. Unlike Blue, Rouge had insomnia from depression. It wasn't a genetic disease, like his own.
What he respected most about his sister was that she didn't need a shrink to get better. She didn't rely on pills. She made herself better, she didn't need anyone. Rouge possessed an independence he didn't have. He opened the text, reading that it said, "Reasearched the rehab you're supposed to be going to. Do you know anything about a Doctor Jakel?"
"No, I don't." He responded, "He sounds scary." Blue proceeded to open Jaune's message. It was a simple message, saying good morning and hoping he had a better day than the previous day. Jaune said his mom seemed more stable as well, and hoped she wasn't too downed from the events yesterday. "Thank you, Jaune. ^^" Blue responded. The next conversation. Rose. "Sorry I was so mean yesterday- erm, rude I mean." It read, "I shouldn't have rushed off like that, I was really emotionally hurt, ig. Please forgive me Blue. I should be a better friend I know, but seeing you like you were yesterday.. It hurts."
"It's fine, Rose." Blue responded, "I know how you are."
Blue swallowed his pride, preparing to open his mom's messages. He was quite nervous, he couldn't deny that. But on a whim, he did. "I'm sorry Blue. I was so rash yesterday. But you know I just wanted a normal son. I thought Dr. Daniel said you were getting better?" Dr. Daniel was his neurologist, and a bad one at that. He put him on all the wrong pills. He was terrible at his job- but he knew how his mother would react if he said that. Choosing his words carefully, Blue sent, "Yeah, I don't know. The medication he's giving me doesn't agree with me too much- it's making it worse." Blue would likely regret saying this later, but he didn't care. He locked his phone, finding someone to be knocking on the door.
He stood, creeping towards the door and un latching it. -
zamn business
also idk if the person knocking was supposed to be liam so I did an alternate paragraph I'm case.
The father and son checked in with the first secretary they saw, earning visitor's stickers and being informed of Blue's updated room. The man bid his son farewell, informing him of the fact he could call if he wished to come home sooner than five thirty. The adult exited the building, leaving his son completely alone. Suddenly, Liam wished he had taken Paxton along for the trip to the uber clean establishment. He gave a simple nod to the secretary, heading off in search of the room. His head was spinning with a plethora of emotions such as anxiety and excitement. Spending a full day with Blue would allow them to learn more about each other and build a stronger connection. He twiddled his thumbs as he searched for the correct number plate: 262. The number continuously appeared in his head, bright and nearly screaming at him to be quicker.
He hurried through the halls, a variety of smells meeting his nose as the multitudinous amount of turns were completed. He was trembling slightly, mainly out of the restlessness he was feeling despite being completely tired and desiring more time for slumber. He assumed that Blue would allow him to sleep a little longer once he found his way to the room. Eventually, his eye caught sight of a rather large wall marking in red numbers: 200. He was heading in the correct direction. He swung a left at the corridor, hurrying once he realized the rooms were arranged in such a way that even numbers were on one side and odds on the other while also increasing.
(If Liam wasnt supposed to be the one knocking) It wasn't long before he was at 260, but paused where he was when he noticed there was another human being standing in front of the door he was nearly at. He swallowed heavily, backing away from the space and into a nearby chair. He stared unsurely at the ground, gnawing on the inside of his lip.
(If it was Liam)
Liam smiled when he heard noise from the other side of the door, his foot tapping rapidly. He ran his fingers along the printed Coca Cola bottle on his shirt, the texture somewhat comforting to him. This was going to be the ultimated moment of truth. It was nervewracking yet intriguing all at once to await the type of reaction Blue would own. The male shook his head, allowing his eyes to stare straight forward, his head tilted a bit upwards so that he would be making eye contact when Blue opened up. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling the scent of the hospital once more. -
Psh you think I plan whether or not it was Liam
Also I'm going to write a story
I'm not sure what about yet. But I have a few ideas (from a long time ago)
Blue apologized for not answering the door sooner, explaining how he was in one of the two bedrooms, and it was quite hard to hear from all the way out there. He invited Liam in, stepping out of the way and into the kitchen. The platinum boy then proceeded to ask, "Do you want anything to eat?" He tilted his head a little, searching the fridge, which was empty. The cupboards as well. "Erm- never mind. I'll have to order some food. I have some paper menus here.." He tapped a few brochure -like menus that had been lying on the counter since Blue had gotten there. "Speaking of which, I believe I have some emergency money in my backpack, so we won't have to wait for my mom to give me money!" The boy beamed, rushing off.
His mind was going six thousand different directions. He was truly excited to see the only boy he truly cared for in such a manner. In the tall boy's eyes, he was perfect. Perfect height, body shape, eyes, personality. He had thought this many times, the idea of perfection. Blue believed flaws made up perfection; happy accidents. An awkward freckle, a colic, maybe even a mole. A little chubby ness, maybe even too skinny. He believed these on a person gave them character and individuality- which Blue found attractive above all else. Perhaps that what had originally attracted Blue to Liam, his flaw, his individuality. His muteness. Not that he liked him merely for his muteness- that wasn't the case at all. Blue had been interested in the beginning due to it, though. And then he found the true gold underneath, indeed. Perfection.
He ran to his green colored backpack, searching the pockets for his black wallet. "Where is it.. Where is it.." He mumbled. It took him a few minutes- a few flustering minutes- Eureka! Luckily, he had packed his emergency money- although a little corny to do so, it was benefiting him now. Counting the money, he found he had about seventy dollars, and rushed off to Liam with it. As if he was a cat proud of a caught mouse. -
Pft I'm just being prepared xD
YES DO ITTTTTTTT
Liam began to grow rather flustered at the actions Blue was performing. It warmed him to see how caring and concerned he was for his wellbeing. He was still rather groggy from waking up so early and yawned heavily, but clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't entirely too hungry as he'd consumed a relatively nutritional and filling breakfast at home. He also didn't want to waste Blue's money. He assumed he would be capable of meeting in the middle. He nodded very slowly, but his intentions were only to buy a cookie or toast wih hot chocolate to help him wake up to a degree if he wasn't going to be granted the chance for a precious nap. He glanced down at his pants, his face flushing with embarrassment at the loud, flamboyant pants he'd decided to clothe himself in. He hoped he wouldn't stand out too much.
He smiled in Blue's direction, linking his hands together. His hair was somewhat messy and would have benefited from a gentle comb through. He did not seem to care about this so much, and took it upon himself to let it be. By playing with it too much, he feared he would destroy it it some way, shape, or form. His big eyes grew slightly wider, his mind emphasizing the joyous fact that he was with the other boy. It gave him this swirling sense of attraction and happiness that he hadn't found it many other things. It was enticing and had him hooked like a fish. His stomach squeezed and tightened in response to these thoughts.
With this, a crashing sense of guilt crashed upon him like a wave onto the shore. He recalled the fact that he'd taken a look at some of his Uncle Peter's belongings without Blue around to do it with him. He liberated himself from that ludicrous idea. It wasn't as though he'd gone through the entire box and he figured that Blue was an understanding individual. Even if he had gone through everything, he knew he would have been alright. He refused to allow himself however, as that was truly something he could wait for Blue to do. He waited patiently for Blue to express what they were going to do. -
Ye I know
Blue set the wallet on the kitchen table, sitting on a stool that was unreasonably high. For this reason, the blond individual looked almost unnaturally tall, as he was quite tall already. He was also told he was still growing, and probably to stop growing at 6'5" to 6'7", which Blue was unhappy about. He didn't much like being asked if he played basketball at the rare family gathering. Blue didn't like the other questions they asked, as well. He hated being called handsome or smart or asked how his grades were or if he had a girlfriend. These were frustrating questions that he wished his family would just drop. Luckily, a family gathering didn't happen very often. His mother's family hated one another and he knew nothing of his dad's family.
Thinking of it, Blue had very few childhood memories. He remembered his Aunt Alexis, who was a lesbian. Therefore he had three aunts. Aunt Alexis, Aunt Anne and Aunt Theresa. Theresa was quite Portuguese, and was his uncle's wife. They weren't related by blood at all, but he had always enjoyed hearing her stories about Brazil, her home. She had a thick accent and a large, curvy body. When he was little, all of his older cousins would stare at her while they were at the beach or pool. She always wore a revealing bikini, and Blue didn't think she knew any better. American culture could be quite different than Brazil's- Blue had no way of knowing.
"I'm in the mood for Italian." Blue said, shrugging. "But then again, I'm a huge pasta lover." He wished he had his laptop to look up if the Italian restaurants around were any good, he had know way of knowing, and hated the browser on his phone. It was slow and never showed exactly what he wanted to. Blue then turned to Liam once more- oh god, his face- "Erm.. You can look through these to find where you want to order from or what you want- I'm okay with anything, really." Blue shrugged, attempting to look away from the much hotter male. Blue was currently pale, frail and sickly looking. He didn't much enjoy Liam seeing him like this and hoped he didn't notice. -
brbbrbrbrbrbeb WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO
Liam nodded in agreement. He found it humorous that the boy had a craving for Italian so early in the morning. As Blue sat on the chair, the boy's eyes wandered aimlessly to observe the other's body. This persisted for a few moments before he internally scolded himself and looked away and directing his attention to the menus. He slid the menus with a single hand back to Blue, his lips curled very gently and his cheeks flushed with a salmon pink. His initial crashing feeling of attraction had boiled down to the typical shy feeling that overcame him when in the presence of his crush. Liam pulled his hand away from the menus, swallowing back a growing lump of spit. It was a moment like that that he was thankful he was unable to speak, because then he would be less successful in embarrassing himself.
He would most likely order a cannoli as it was one of the closet things to a breakfast that most Italian restaurants had. It was also one of the foods that gave him intense memories of all his favorite people. His Uncle Peter always knew just the correct recipe to create the satisfying dessert. It never failed to make the teenager's stomach sing and taste buds water. They were almost exactly like the ones he'd been presented with on a family trip to New York City. He'd been in a small diner named Henriccio's and the owner just so happened to be well versed in the esoteric language of ASL. They chatted for a while before the man gave Liam a platter of tiny, flavor packed, delicious cannolis. Even after Liam devoured every last one, the man was generous enough not to make the family pay for them. They kept in contact for some time, but Joseph Henriccio passed away at a later moment.
Liam returned back to the current moment, silently thanking Blue once more and peeling out of his Coca Cola hoodie. It was rather heavy and the room they were in was warm enough. His learned that many layers weren't necessary and had chosen to wear a short sleeved tee shirt. It was solid black with a cartoon chicken in the middle so that his top still matched his pants. He smiled as the shirt, forgetting he had put that particular one on. He looked up to Blue. -
Agh sorry busy weekend if I may say so myself
Blue fiddled with his thumbs for a moment, looking over the menus. He was awfully tired yet, and had a bit of bed head. He didn't even realize it, as if he did, he would be brushing his hair into a neater knot than the one he presently had. "Or instead of ordering from one of those places, they have room service here." The boy offered, pushing over a white menu that he had just seen. He only caught a glimpse of it, but it did seem to have valid options for all three meals of the day. Plus dessert, which Blue was always ready for. He wasn't in too much of an eating mood, truthfully, so he would likely order something small from whatever place Liam chose. He didn't mind where they got their food at all, actually.
"I'm going to go get dressed." The boy said, as he still was wearing a onesie, as it was what he had slept in the other night. It was a The Joker themed onesie, and had his suit and everything, with his face on the hood. He was a big fan of comic books, but never could choose between Marvel and DC: While many were die-hard fans of one or the other, Blue believed he was straight down the other. Blue ventured down the hall, gently tugging at the zipper as he looked down at his bare feet. It seemed his mom had been here, that was obvious, but only brought him a few pairs of clothes, plus those of what he had came in.
And although he would spend most of his five days in the hospital, he certainly needed to visit home at one point. Monitored by his mother or a hospital staff, of course. Perhaps even both. Just to make sure he didn't pack anything potentially damaging to himself or others. Or try anything damaging to himself while at home. Not like he planned to bring anything interesting, though. Just clothes. He knew the main rules of any institution. They were no fun to bide by, but that was the point.
He shuffled through the walls in the dimly lit room with powder blue walls. The one he had deemed his bedroom for the next five days. After all, the five days didn't start until today. Today was the fifth day. He found a loose, navy blue cut off tee shirt, in which he threw over his head without hesitation. As for pants, Blue found next to nothing he wanted to wear. Luckily, he soon found a pair of gray shorts. They would do. They weren't his style at all, but they would do for practical reasons. Next he looked at himself in the mirror, and immediately felt sorry for Liam.
He looked terrible, he decided. His normally dark blue eyes had faded to an absent, glazed over gray from lack of sleep or too much, thereafter. Blue's hair was dry and sticking up in random tufts of hair. His lips were cracked and looked as if they had been busted out in a fight. His skin was dry and paler than usual, almost sickly. Perhaps this is why Rose and his mom had such an issue visiting him. Blue had no idea what he had looked like yesterday; had he truly looked this bad? He hadn't gotten a chance to look in the mirror. -
aye aye aye we will be on at the same time soon i know it i feel it
As Liam was not entirely too interested in the task of searching through menus, he slid the flaps of paper to the corner of the counter. He yawned, sitting on the floor and untying his shoes very slowly and sliding them off. The male rubbed at his eyes like an exhausted toddler, hugging his knees for a moment. Once he pushed his shoes underneath the hospital bed, he climbed up onto it. He swung his legs in disappointment of realizing the fact that his feet did not touch the floor. There were only sometimes that he did not particularly enjoy being relatively short, and that was one of those times. He angrily huffed, crossing his arms over his chest but easily disregarding the fact as he thought about the fact that he was actually there in the hospital room.
It was days like so that he was truly grateful for the understanding, loving parents he had. It made him rather upset to think that other people lacked the same kind of companionship he had with his mother and father. To even attempt to fathom the idea made his head spin and his stomach squeeze. The boy ran his hands through his hair various times, thinking to his Uncle Peter. His mother always mentioned the fact that his father and uncle's father was unruly, cruel, and unfair towards Peter. Sure, she loved Liam's father, but there was no denying that he was treated tremendous amounts better than Peter. She always used to say that it was heartbreaking that someone could show such little compassion towards a person with schizophrenia, and it wasn't as though no one knew. Peter had shown signs at around fifteen years old, far earlier than most patients. Liam's father tried his best to help the boy, but in the end, there weren't many other courses of action to take.
Liam wondered if that's what was taking place in Blue's situation. It was true that they had learned some details of each other, but the teenager didn't know enough to have a definite reason as to why Blue developed all of his problems. His eyes squinted in drowsiness as he brought a finger up to itch his nose. He was way more tired than he had previously assumed. The boy crossed his arms once more, peering across the way while trying to fend off the sleepiness. -
We hope so
Blue walked back out to Liam. He thought the place was nice, it was like an apartment within the hospital. Blue hadn't even realized this floor existed before and he had been going to this hospital for many years. "I think I'll just order some pancakes." The blond boy shrugged, putting a hand through his dry hair, which was already beginning to tangle again. "I'll have to take a shower later, though." Blue yawned, another wave of tiredness beginning to take him over. He was exhausted, and it was likely that Liam was as well. He felt selfish for ignoring the other boy's needs and focusing on his own, so he decided to try and change that.
"If you want you can take a nap. Or we can watch television." Truth be told, the boy found himself extremely dehydrated. He would have to make do with tap water unless he asked the nurse to bring up some apple or orange juice, as the nurses would also give you those two beverages by request. Orange juice felt most appropriate, and he made a mental note to tell the nurse to do so when she came up next. Glancing at the time, he figured they would send a nurse in an hour or two. He searched through the cabinets and drawers. They were a few plastic-type cups, bowls and plates that he deemed unbreakable. The forks were dull and metal as well as the spoons. He figured they had done so on purpose, and also deduced there was at least one security camera within the premis.
Why they treated him so fragile and unpredictable the boy couldn't understand, but rolled his eyes and moved on. He grasped a glass out of the cupboard and went to the fridge once more. Not shockingly, there was an ice and water machine inside the door of the refrigerator. So he pressed a button with the tip of the glass to drop some cube shaped fragments of ice into the clear cup, and then moved to the machine next to it and pressed another like button with the tip of the cup. Water spurted out, filling his cup to the brim within a short waiting time. Walking back to the kitchen counter, Blue asked Liam in a quiet, proper voice if he wanted some water. Admittedly, he was only given two cups, but that wouldn't be an issue.
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