Post by Teagan Hayes on Nov 29, 2014 1:52:53 GMT -5
It started with a tickle in her chest, and not the fun kind that siblings would force upon each other- it was that irritating type that resulted in a dull ache rather than pleasure. Next was a heartbeat a bit too fast, things once simple like bending over to grab a pen that'd fallen sent her heart racing. Dizziness followed after, she'd go to rise from her seat at the end of class and stumble as her vision blurred, mind clogged with a sudden mass of clouds. Then came nausea, and god did she dread it. One minute she was giggling with her friends, and the next she was throwing up on the sidewalk, hands clenching her stomach as the familiar upbeat pulse flushed out all other sounds. All of a sudden, her lungs were incapable of retaining air, and she was constantly out of breath. Walking up stairs or dancing with her niece sent her head reeling, gasping for breaths as her chest thumped with an uncountable rhythm. What sent it all over the edge, though, was when she fell unconscious during a chorus concert. She was mid-solo, just peaking her highest note when everything faded and she smacked against the hardwood floor of the high school's auditorium stage. Having awoken in the hospital surrounded by concerned family members and confused doctors, she found it about time she explained it all. For months she'd had symptoms, but kept them to herself out of fear of, well, this. Doctors were not her thing, she hated their cold fingers, and invasive questions, yet here avoiding it all had lead to something much worse than she could have ever imagined. Her neglect advanced a simple case of ventricular tachycardia into a deadly diagnosis of ventricular fibrillation. Basically, what the heart disease did was cause the pumping chambers in the heart to quiver uselessly instead of pumping blood throughout the body. It resulted in her collapsing, and in worse case scenario frying out the nerves in her heart and killing her.
That being said, her heart had been on a dry spell recently, leaving her free to finally roam her new home. She had the chance to be a normal teen, well, as normal as a girl with a heart condition who'd been residing in and out of hospitals for the last year could be, that is. Desperate to remain as in contact as she could with the outside world, the girl never loosened the grip on her Samsung phone up. The touch screen of the large device was her home, it kept her sane. With it being stocked full with songs, and with the Netflix app, her hospital room was essentially the same as her living room back at home. The girl adored music and television alike, while still getting her dose of books in. Her taste in music varied from One Direction to Hoodie Allen to Tim McGraw to Nirvana- she listened to anything and everything. Her pick in t.v. shows was slim, usually sticking to just a few she knew she could keep up with, those being: Supernatural, Under The Dome, The Walking Dead, Pretty Little Liars, and The Vampire Diaries. She tried to watch Teen Wolf, but had gotten distracted by all the trips to the hospital and never really picked back up on it- but she wanted to, because Stiles. Like, dang. When she wasn't being tested on like a lab rat and all technology was out of reach, she was indulging in a book, reading anything really. She had her favorites, of course, like The Hunger Games trilogy, The Enemy series, really any John Green book, the Percy Jackson series and about anything that had been developed into a movie or show. Teagan was a mess of imagination, and had these weird quirks about her. Her personality coming off different to everyone, for she treated each person different. As their own individual. So not much could be said about who she was until she was put face to face with another person.
Today, she once again managed to sneak away from her blonde, babysitting nurse. Todd scorned her the last time for ditching him, but she just bat her lashes his way and he squinted at her and smiled in return. Neither of them could stay mad at each other, and for that she was grateful. He was her only real friend in this place though he was meant to be the one to bathe her when she wasn't deemed capable to do it herself. Super weird, but hey, at least he hadn't needed to yet. Her third day of not being stuck in her bed- what was really the likelihood of her staying around her room for testing? Teagan had eased out of her ward, IV hung on it's portable rack and piercing her arm, her steps slow but sturdy in her favorite pair of black combat boots that she struggled to lace up. Tucked into her shoes were a tight pair of black and white festive leggings, a pale gray sweater over that, and her hair was combed neatly down her back, curling into soft messes of chestnut locks around her shoulders. She didn't know how she did it, but somehow she was sat on the floor down one of the many aisles of books that cluttered the hospital's library. A book in hand titled 'Shiver' by Maggie Stiefvater, she had her headphones over her ears, blasting 'Miss Jackson' by P!ATD as she flipped the pages. The variety in her music often humored her, for her phone could play a heartfelt melody by Marina and the Diamonds then shuffle to a obnoxiously loud song sung by Three Days Grace. Humming along to the melody, she bobbed her head, neatly plucked eyebrows pulled together with concentration as she studied the words painted across the page.
In fact, she was so invested in the story line of Grace and Sam's fate, that she hadn't noticed the pair of feet in her peripheral vision, not to mention the voice that probably came along with it.
That being said, her heart had been on a dry spell recently, leaving her free to finally roam her new home. She had the chance to be a normal teen, well, as normal as a girl with a heart condition who'd been residing in and out of hospitals for the last year could be, that is. Desperate to remain as in contact as she could with the outside world, the girl never loosened the grip on her Samsung phone up. The touch screen of the large device was her home, it kept her sane. With it being stocked full with songs, and with the Netflix app, her hospital room was essentially the same as her living room back at home. The girl adored music and television alike, while still getting her dose of books in. Her taste in music varied from One Direction to Hoodie Allen to Tim McGraw to Nirvana- she listened to anything and everything. Her pick in t.v. shows was slim, usually sticking to just a few she knew she could keep up with, those being: Supernatural, Under The Dome, The Walking Dead, Pretty Little Liars, and The Vampire Diaries. She tried to watch Teen Wolf, but had gotten distracted by all the trips to the hospital and never really picked back up on it- but she wanted to, because Stiles. Like, dang. When she wasn't being tested on like a lab rat and all technology was out of reach, she was indulging in a book, reading anything really. She had her favorites, of course, like The Hunger Games trilogy, The Enemy series, really any John Green book, the Percy Jackson series and about anything that had been developed into a movie or show. Teagan was a mess of imagination, and had these weird quirks about her. Her personality coming off different to everyone, for she treated each person different. As their own individual. So not much could be said about who she was until she was put face to face with another person.
Today, she once again managed to sneak away from her blonde, babysitting nurse. Todd scorned her the last time for ditching him, but she just bat her lashes his way and he squinted at her and smiled in return. Neither of them could stay mad at each other, and for that she was grateful. He was her only real friend in this place though he was meant to be the one to bathe her when she wasn't deemed capable to do it herself. Super weird, but hey, at least he hadn't needed to yet. Her third day of not being stuck in her bed- what was really the likelihood of her staying around her room for testing? Teagan had eased out of her ward, IV hung on it's portable rack and piercing her arm, her steps slow but sturdy in her favorite pair of black combat boots that she struggled to lace up. Tucked into her shoes were a tight pair of black and white festive leggings, a pale gray sweater over that, and her hair was combed neatly down her back, curling into soft messes of chestnut locks around her shoulders. She didn't know how she did it, but somehow she was sat on the floor down one of the many aisles of books that cluttered the hospital's library. A book in hand titled 'Shiver' by Maggie Stiefvater, she had her headphones over her ears, blasting 'Miss Jackson' by P!ATD as she flipped the pages. The variety in her music often humored her, for her phone could play a heartfelt melody by Marina and the Diamonds then shuffle to a obnoxiously loud song sung by Three Days Grace. Humming along to the melody, she bobbed her head, neatly plucked eyebrows pulled together with concentration as she studied the words painted across the page.
In fact, she was so invested in the story line of Grace and Sam's fate, that she hadn't noticed the pair of feet in her peripheral vision, not to mention the voice that probably came along with it.
