Welcome the The Inpatient Society. Set in Crystal Bay, Florida, we are a site that centers around a children's hospital. Whether you're a patient, a doctor, a friend, or just a random passerby, everyone is welcome here!
Post by Bane Fonteyne on Nov 29, 2014 2:17:53 GMT -5
Gunshots shattered the silence, blood covered his body and something heavy lay across him. Somewhere in his mind he knew what it was; the body of a fallen friend. The thought sent his mind spinning and his stomach turning so it was buried deep in his subconscious, protecting his fragile mind. The human body was an amazing thing, the way it protected itself, hiding away every piece of information that would upset a shattered psyche. Still, the memories that were there found their way to him in violent dreams. He'd been living in that same dreams for months.
The nightmare changed today though. Instead of going black after he felt a burning wound in his chest and replaying, his eyes opened.
Light blinded him, to the point he had to look away. He could barely see in the harsh, sterile, light he was suddenly flooded in. Slowly, his unused eyes adjusted. He looked around, confusion clouding his features as he came to the realization that he was awake and in a hospital bed. It'd felt like he'd been sleeping forever, living in a nightmare he could barely remember. His body was sluggish, not reacting as quickly as his mind told him it should. As he slowly took in the details of his room, questions flooded his mind.
Where was he?
Why was he here?
Who was he?!
The last question was by far the most alarming. It sent him into a near panic. He forced himself to sit up, his body not wanting to listen the way it should. His vision swam as he finally managed the task and he sat still, waiting for his eyes to fix. When they did, he clutched at the monitor on his finger and the IV in his arm, pulling them both off. The IV came out along with a fair amount of blood. For some reason, the sight of the blood caused his vision to black out for a second, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest as his mouth went dry. He held perfectly still for a moment, waiting until the unusual sensations to pass. They did so, slowly. He grabbed at some gauze and wrapped it around his bleeding arm, stopping the flow. He stood slowly, testing his weight on his legs. Satisfied that they would hold him, he started to take a step away only to have his attention caught by a flashing piece of metal on the otherwise empty bedside table.
He leaned over and found it was two dog tags on a silver chain, the kind military wore. He narrowed his eyes and read them. One said, Bane Fonteyne and the other read, American Peace Corps.
"That must be me.." He whispered to himself, slipping the chain over his neck. It felt right for some reason, probably because they belonged to him. He turned his attention towards the door and stepped out of it, walking out into some kind of sterile hallway.
"Hello?" He called out softly in a husky, raspy, unused voice, hoping someone would answer him and solve all the questions he couldn't answer.
Post by Teagan Hayes on Nov 29, 2014 3:51:52 GMT -5
Four days. God, it was a miracle. A week had been the longest she'd ever gone without having an attack, but that was a month ago, and the moment her reign of freedom ended, she endured the most painful twist in her chest she'd ever had. So despite being grateful that she was having a break from cringing every time she felt her pulse in her wrist, she was worried for when it'd all come crashing down. She knew it'd hurt, and that she should relish in the freedom she had- so that's exactly what she did. Her nurse pal didn't work today, so she didn't have to concoct some distraction for him so she could peel off, she just did. The nurse on duty today was too lazy to even check on the patients let alone keep tabs on them all.
It was easy to get around Crystal Bay, a map of the place on literally every other wall. With the guidance the numerous little black lines, Teagan found herself dragging her IV rack through the silent halls of the Coma Ward. It was so quiet, so much so that she could hear her heart beat under her black t-shirt. Peaceful wasn't quite the word, but it was calm here. There was just his eerie sense that someone was always watching her that put her unease, yet, there wasn't a soul in sight. The nurse's station was vacant, and the halls were still.
She seemed to be the only one alive.
Of course there was always that 'until' moment, that was unavoidable.
Just as she reaching the end of the hall, there was someone chanting behind her, causing her to stumble and panic- that wasn't good. Calming down her pulsing heart by palming her chest, she tried so desperately to relax. Turning around slowly to face the source of the voice, she clung to the metal pole for support. Had this guy just woken up? Was that even possible? Teagan hadn't the slightest clue how it worked, but here this dude was, gauze held to his arm and body clad in a generic hospital gown.
Instinctively, she replied with an unsure, "Hey," following up with a concerned, "Um, are you okay there, bud?" Biting intently at her bottom lip, she started inching his way, eyes drawn in on his bleeding arm. What happened to him? Did he even know the answer to that? She wanted to speak, to ask all these unanswered questions but she just fell into a silence, lips sealed as she analyzed him with cautious, sapphire hued eyes.
Only a doorway between them by the time she snapped out of her thoughts, she tilted her head, clutching the pole with both hands as her chest throbbed. He'd really scared her, and it wasn't going too well on her end, but she was managing. Catching a glimpse of his name tags, she pointed at them and asked in the softest voice she could, trying not to provoke him since he'd only just woken up from however long of a nap he'd been taking.
Post by Bane Fonteyne on Nov 29, 2014 15:20:49 GMT -5
Bane wasn't sure what was going on but his eyes fell on a frail looking girl. She seemed startled and he felt bad for that, lips tugging down slightly. She walked his way and he leaned against the wall, using it to support his stiff body. He really couldn't move well and the last thing he needed was to collapse in front of this girl too. She seemed kind and nice enough. He had no idea who he was or how he was supposed to react in this situation but he didn't feel mean or rude or nasty. He felt bad for startling her and he felt confused.
Guess he was a pretty nice person. "Uhm.. Yeah.. I think I'm okay. I mean, we're in a hospital right? So then I must be okay.." He seemed so unsure of himself. What else could he say? He had no memories, no bits of information to offer the girl or himself really. He clutched onto the tags when she looked down at them and said the name written there. He followed her gaze down.
Bane Fonteyne. That must be him right?
"I think so. I mean I don't actually know... But it would make sense right? Since I woke up with these?" He asked softly, looking up at her with a hopeful, almost pleading expression. He needed someone to say for sure that he was Bane. He needed some kind of familiarity in a world where even his name was just a foreign sound. If the girl said, yes, he was Bane, he'd have something at least. Still no clues as to where the bullet hole in his chest was from or who he was and anything. But he'd have a name. It was something. And right now, he needed something, anything.
Post by Teagan Hayes on Nov 30, 2014 3:09:03 GMT -5
"We are indeed in a hospital," she teased lightly, trying to reassure the clearly confused male. Her pulse thumped against her veins, the throbbing faintly visible in her wrists. Ignoring the faint pain twirling around her chest cavity, she let her lips molded into the sweetest of smiles she could manage, keeping it genuine as she analyzed the boy. Amnesia, clearly. He couldn't even remember if the name on the dog tags was even his, or even if the chain the identification was on belonged to him. At least he seemed to be functioning properly- as far as she could tell. Not wanting to test that theory out by risking provoking him, she gently began to speak, a light taunting tone in her voice to ease the subject, because that's what she did- joke to fix things. It didn't always work, and she often did it at the worst times, but it was comforting to see others smile at her witty comments.
"Eh, you really look more like a 'Chris', but I feel the whole Bane thing," she shrugged, leaning on the rack a little more as she relaxed around him, "So, Bane, what's the deal with the tags?" She tried to keep saying his name as if it was somehow helping him remember something, anything from his life. Squinting at him, she tried to see if she could catch the gears working in his mind, but nothing. Biting her lip, she widened her gaze and gasped, "Oh my Styles, I forgot to tell you my name," she threw her hand his way, being cautious to not startle him as she did so, "Teagan Hayes, resident in the Cardiology Ward here at Crystal Bay Hospital. You do know where in Florida, right? Actually, what all do you know exactly?"
Her eyes dragged up and down the male for a moment before his stiff being became blatantly obvious, neither of them were comfortable just standing her, so she suggested, "How about we go into your room and sit?" She was too sweet to turn down.
Post by Bane Fonteyne on Nov 30, 2014 14:12:19 GMT -5
Bane cracked a smile at the woman’s teasing, although she could be right for all he knew. Chris sounded just as unfamiliar as Bane did. Who knew, maybe his name wasn’t Bane after all. What if Bane was the name of some friend he couldn’t remember or, Heaven forbid, some boyfriend. He paused here, head tilting to the side. No… He definitely wasn’t gay.
He nodded and offered her his arm for support. “Yeah, let’s go sit down.” He could tell she was sick too, she was in a hospital too which wasn’t where healthy people hung out and she seemed tired. She didn’t have to accept his arm but he felt like it was a kind gesture on his part. They walked into his room and he waited for her to sit down in the plush chair by his bedside. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking towards her. She’d be the only person to sit in that chair. No one came to see him while he was out. As far as he knew, he had no one.
“Uhm… I had no idea we’re in Florida. I actually don’t know… anything…” He finished lamely, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair slowly. “All I have is a bullet wound in my chest and these dog tags that say Bane Fonteyne who may or may not be me. I’m not really sure. I could be a Chris after all.” He said, cracking a smile at her as he referred back to her earlier joke and teasing.
“It’s really nice to meet you Teagan. I don’t know what my memory is like so if I don’t remember you in a few days, please don’t hate me.” He teased, half serious. For all he knew, he would fall asleep tonight and wake up in the same confused state he was in now. Hell, maybe he’d been doing that every night and morning since he’d been here for who knows how long. Maybe his mind was just permanently damaged.
Post by Teagan Hayes on Dec 2, 2014 9:59:39 GMT -5
The moment the stranger held out his arm, Teagan latched on, touch being one of her favorite things. Be it giving hugs or a gentle poked, she had no sense of personal space and often merged her bubble with others. So leaning into his body for support rather than the frail IV rack she'd nearly caused to tumble over on many occasions, she waddled into the room he'd crawled out of moments before and took a seat in the plush chair beside his bed. It was cold, new. Had no one sat in it throughout the span of his coma? Was he really alone? She may have had a serious condition while he just lacked memory, but at least she had someone always there with her. Gulping at the idea of just being alone, she suddenly respected her loved ones a whole lot more.
Biting her lip as he explained what he remembered, or lack of that is, she shook her head, heart breaking at this boy's story. She couldn't fathom not having a single memory no matter how bad the majority of them were. Pressing her palms tight against her lap, she fought not moving to the bed and hugging him out of sympathy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stay in place, so in a swift movement, she huddled over to the firm mattress he'd spent who knows how long on, and tossed her arms around his torso. Face smushed against his shoulder, she mumbled, "You'll be okay." After lingering there in the friendly embrace for a moment, she leaned away, arms falling at her sides, well in her lap since she was sat so close to the boy. She tried to reassure him of all she could at the moment, "Bane is cooler than Chris, I mean, he may have been the main antagonist in the last Batman movie and crippled my hero, but hey, still cool," she chuckled lightly, scooting away for the sake of him and his own comfort zone, "Sorry, kind of touchy. Hugs not drugs." The irony of her statement was made clear as she raised her arm and the tube pumping her with prescribed antibiotics restricted her movements.
Managing to hold her smile in place, she turned towards him, and further explained, "We're at Crystal Bay Hospital in Florida an- woah, did you say bullet wound? Can I see?" Typical Teagan, attention span of a gnat. She would derail from one topic to the next and it took a keen ear to keep up with her. Cocking her head, she pulled a face at his last comment before deciding to make a joke out of it, "Well, if that is the case, I'll just pretend to be a new person everyday. Sister, cousin, friend, girlfriend. Fun for you and me even if you won't remember it." Shrugging at it, she leaned back on her palms, her IV still having some slack so she wasn't being pinched. Eyes flicking towards the male, she couldn't stop smiling. He was so clueless and she wanted to do everything she could to help him out.
"Do you remember anything about the world or is your mind swiped clean completely?"
