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Post by Jessica Parks on Oct 6, 2014 10:49:50 GMT -5
The library was quiet, which was a nice change from the constant beeping of monitors and chatting of nurses and patient in Jess' room. This gave her a place to concentrate and relax. She had wheeled herself into an empty corner where no one could see her so that she could just be alone for a little while. Her eyes locked on her legs, which almost felt like they weren't even there anymore. After the car crash, she was unable to move anywhere from the waist down. The doctors told her that she had spinal cord damage which meant that the nerves in her legs might not ever work again. But she wasn't going to give up hope yet. She could still have a full recovery. She still had hope.
"Move," she whispered to herself, as if it might actually magically make her legs work. "Move, damnit!" Her voice was still quiet enough that she didn't think anyone could hear her, but she was getting more and more frustrated. The feeling of her legs moving was still familiar, but she couldn't make it happen. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to try to make her muscles move even a little bit. Eventually she completely broke down and ended up sobbing in a corner, just trying to keep herself quiet so no one would notice her.
Post by Beck Buchanan on Oct 6, 2014 12:11:37 GMT -5
Under any other situation, the library would be the last place Beck would think to go. She'd always associated it with being dull, quiet, and pretty much everything she hated in a place. It was like someone had taken hell, and tailored it just for her, creating what everyone would learn to call a 'library'. She must've really been bored to even consider going, and yet here she was, routing through shelves and shelves of books she knew she would never read, feeling almost deafened by the unnatural silence. Libraries were not places for people like Beck. However, if it wasn't for the silence, she never would have heard the quiet sobs from someone in the isle next to her, and she wouldn't have decided to go investigate. Yes, she knew it was wrong (and probably a bad idea), but she couldn't help but do it anyway, determined that she'd be able to help... Maybe.
Making her way over to the sound of the crying, she was weirdly unsurprised to find it was a girl in a wheelchair, who looked a lot like she wanted to be left alone. If anyone with sense had seen her, they probably would've left, but this was Beck - she wouldn't know the logical thing to do even if it slapped her in the face with a brick. After a minute of standing there awkwardly, she finally actually approached, pulling anxiously on the edges of her sleeves as she spoke up, "now, I'm no expert on people, or anything really, but I'm fairly sure when they're crying, they usually just need to talk to someone, or maybe a hug. So, uh, are you okay? Or, or do I just need to hug you or something - I'm really fucking bad at this, sorry."
Post by Jessica Parks on Oct 6, 2014 12:46:33 GMT -5
Jess' eyes shot up when she heard someone's voice. She was a bit relieved when she saw that it wasn't an adult, but she was still slightly embarrassed. Someone seeing her cry was something that she definitely didn't want, especially when that someone was a complete stranger. "Um, no, I'm fine," she said. She thought about just leaving, but the girl was blocking her way out anyways. Reaching up to wipe her tears away from her face, her hands were now stained with the residue of her black makeup. Then she finally looked back up at the girl in front of her, wondering if she was going to respond or just stand there.
Post by Beck Buchanan on Oct 9, 2014 12:41:44 GMT -5
"You see, three days ago I would've probably just left you in this corner to cry," Beck replied immediately, knowing that the only reason she was talking so much was because she wasn't good at things when people were upset, and her nerves tended to get the best of her, even if she did pretend to not have them. "But this isn't three days ago, and I'm kind of bored of seeing people sad and just ending up feeling guilty for not asking if they're okay, and so I've started making sure they're cheered up before I leave, so I guess that you might just be stuck with me..." Trailing off, Beck was positive that she was now chatting absolute shit but, then again, she wasn't sure she ever actually did anything other than that. Talking too much and swearing too often were the things she was good at, even if she'd rather pretend there was nothing wrong with her vulgar vocabulary. "Shit - I - here," she suddenly remembered, pulling a fresh packet of tissues out of her pocket and handing it to the girl, not sure what good it would do but assuming it'd at least help with the situation, as right now eyeliner was just streaming down the girl's face.
Post by Jessica Parks on Oct 9, 2014 12:50:16 GMT -5
Jess pursed her lips, trying to decide how she wanted to react to the girl. Getting angry didn't seem like the best option since it was obvious that this girl just wanted to help her, but letting her stick around didn't feel like a good idea idea. However, the latter was probably the better of the two options, so she went with it. Reaching out to take the tissues from the girl, she did her best to clean herself up a bit, though there were still little black blotches here and there when she was done. "I'm Jess, by the way," she said, deciding that the girl might as well know her name if she was so determined to cheer her up (if that was even possible).
