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 Bailey Henneth on Nov 29, 2014 14:48:40 GMT -5
"Bailey, your father's here." And like that, day five out of addiction felt like the first day. She felt naked, seated in a chair adjacent of her father and his dark eyes. They'd been sitting in silence for several minutes. Well, at least it was her that was silent. He kept engaging, and she kept turning away, shooting down his questions with heavy silence, and curling her lip. He couldn't just make her life a mess and than expect her to be sociable and peppy.
He'd ruined her family.
"Bailey, talk to me-" He used his fingers to incline her head toward him. Bailey jumped back, seething, but he'd expected it. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek.
SLAP.
"Get out. You need to leave!" She cradled her cheek, face flashing siren red. Apparently her voice had traveled far enough to raise alarm. Good. Security came barreling in, and she was forced out of the room, her arms pushed down at her sides.
It hadn't always been like this. Violent. It started when her mother went away.
"I don't know what happened! She lunged, so I had to protect myself-"
Oh, bullshit. You wanted to feel tough. I'm just taking mom's place! She almost thought she'd said the worlds aloud, the thoughts were so life-like.
She heard a lie. Even though it was a lie, it'd keep her in the hospital longer. Away from him, away from what he'd done. Life was slowing down again. One of the security men at her side tried to console her in case she was to get violent. She'd never been violent; never had a single incident of violence.
It wasn't rare to see a girl being pulled through the corridor of the psych unit surrounded by uniformed men. They sat her in her room and made her wait to be evaluated.
This is bullshit. What the fuck. I thought hospitals were safe. I really need to get out now...before they can drag me home. Or before I really go crazy.
Her mind was calming down, and her heartbeat was slowing. She gazed out the door, watching curiously what was going on. She knew that if she tried to leave her room, they'd hold it against her, so she stayed put, a welt forming on her pale cheek and her eyes watery with shock. She really, really hoped nobody she'd made friends with had seen. She puffed out a sigh and scratched at her cheek, feeling along the welt. 'Ow,' She mouthed, craning her head as she heard movement in the hallway. She was always quick to bounce back from intense situations. Maybe it was that, or maybe she was just too used to violence.
"Hey," She whisper-yelled at the passerby.
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2014 14:57:55 GMT -5 by Bailey Henneth
Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 29, 2014 15:33:00 GMT -5
"Bye sweetheart. I love you," Jessica's mother said as she hugged her and then left the visiting room. Yeah, right, Jess thought to herself. It was the first time her mother had visited since she'd first been admitted to the hospital. She called and texted a lot, but she was never motivated enough to get her ass out of bed to come see her until today. And even then she spent almost the entire visit complaining about how 'sick' she was and saying she needed to go home to rest. It was safe to say that Jess' relationship with her mother was unstable, at best. But they loved each other, even if part of them hated each other at the same time.
Jess moved to wheel out of the visiting room, but she kept stopping every little bit. Her arms and shoulders ached from wheeling herself around all day. Her physical therapist told her that she would get used to it, but she wished that she'd never have to. She was going to walk again. She had to. But for now, she would be forced to wheel herself around and try not to get too exhausted.
Her thoughts of frustration were cut off by the sound of someone being hit. She turned to see an older an hitting a girl, who she assumed to be his daughter. Jess stared in shock, completely surprised by the action. The visiting room was usually a place filled with encouraging family members praying for their children to get better. This kind of violence wasn't something that Jess ever expected to see. Jess couldn't help but watch the event play out, deciding to be an innocent bystander once security stepped in. Once the place had clamed down a bit, Jess turned to leave, but she heard someone calling to her. It was the girl. "Yes?" she responded, surprised that anyone had actually noticed that she was even there.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 29, 2014 16:06:14 GMT -5
Well, they weren't quite foot steps so much as creaking wheels. Bailey watched the red-head with a half-smile, and it only grew when the woman responded. "Is he gone? The guy? And do you need help or somethin'..." She jerked her head back, "Sorry, that was fucking rude as rude could be. I meant that you were struggling some, not because you're in a wheelchair-"
She knows what you meant. You're just guilty about everything. You'll get used to having a conscience again.
Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 29, 2014 16:24:15 GMT -5
Jessica shook her head quickly. "He gone, I think. And no, it's fine," she said quietly, glancing at her legs and then back at the girl. Everyone was always offering her help, and while she knew that they were just trying to be kind, she hated the feeling of helplessness that it gave her. But she tried not to get too worked up about it. That wouldn't help anything.
"Are you alright, though?" she asked the blonde. Jess decided to take the focus off of her own struggles in hopes of possibly helping someone else with theirs. The only person that could help Jess was herself and maybe a doctor or two. But there was still hope for other people.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 29, 2014 17:33:45 GMT -5
Bailey's brows neared. "Everybody has weaknesses and struggles. Me offering you help isn't much different than you offerin' me any. I know you're capable." She puffed out a sigh when her second question came. Are you all right? "I'm actually pretty okay. I don't get worked up about shit for long. It's sort of a talent." More like a Borderline perk. You should be hating him right now.
Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 30, 2014 21:08:04 GMT -5
Jess pursed her lips slightly. "Oh okay," she said. "Well, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm here. Oh and I'm Jess," she said. Jess was always trying to be there for everyone, even the people who didn't know her at all. Being so restrained all the time wasn't easy for Jess since she always wanted to help, and she could barely even move anymore.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 30, 2014 21:20:34 GMT -5
"I'm fine-" She shot down the offer as politely as she could manage. She was still definitely tense. "I'll be fine." She corrected herself. Always am. "You too. Aye, can you keep this between us? I kind of have a reputation here. Well, more like a lack of. Nobody really knows my story. I'd like to keep it that way. And by the way, you have beautiful hair. And eyes. Basically all of you is beautiful." She was chattering on like usual. "Anyway, thanks." She said tersely. "Oh, and Bailey. That's my name. Pleasure."
Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 30, 2014 22:36:01 GMT -5
Jess smiled at the girl, then glanced down at the floor. She was never very good at taking compliments, especially from girls. But that was something that was completely personal to her and had nothing to do with the person complimenting her, so she always tried to be as kind as she could about it. "Oh, thanks. And of course, I won't tell anyone. I don't really have anyone to tell anyways," she said, laughing slightly after she finished. Jess hadn't made many friends in the hospital, but she didn't really want to. She liked having time to herself, and she always had. Now it was more magnified since she felt like a giant freak everywhere she went.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 30, 2014 22:46:18 GMT -5
"Oh-kaaaay," Bailey said glumly when she mentioned not having anyone to tell, "Well, you've always got me to talk to. If you see me in the cafeteria or around, come say hey. I like you." She inclined her head and smiled. She wasn't saying that out of pity, she just really enjoyed the girl's timidness. She wanted to help her live.
Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 30, 2014 23:27:52 GMT -5
Jess smiled again. "Thanks. I like you too. Life sucks sometimes, but we can't let that get the best of us, right?" Jess felt extremely awkward, but she tried not to show it. Social anxiety was her worst enemy, but she'd learned how to deal with it fairly well over the years. Feeling like she was constantly being judged by others for her wheelchair wasn't helping any, but she was coping. That's all she could do, for now. Until the doctors figured out a way to fix the nerves in her spine and legs. Or if, but Jess refused to think that way.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 1, 2014 0:07:44 GMT -5
"Nah. We're always stronger than we think. Not my words. I'll tell you when I find out whoever the fuck said that - I saw it on TV." She admitted with a cheeky smile. "If you ever need someone to talk to, catch me here. Or just someone to eat with in the cafeteria or watch shitty soap operas with..." Decisions, decisions.
Post by Jessica Parks on Dec 1, 2014 20:53:31 GMT -5
Jess laughed a little, but then nodded. "Sounds like fun," she said. Did she just make a friend? Jess hadn't actually planned on doing so, but she felt better now that she had. It wasn't fun being completely alone, even if she was the type to prefer to keep to herself. Being so alone with the way her life was going probably wasn't a good idea anyways.
