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Week Seven: Monday
Who: Mouse and Hazard
What: People are not where they're supposed to be
When: Monday Morning
Where: The hospital
Rating: Not too high
Everything was simply just cold. It used to be, a long time ago, that Mouse had loved when it snowed. Sometimes it would get so bad that her dad would actually spend the day at home. Of course the cold back then was something that she could hide from. Now that was less possible. At least there was plenty of room to move around in the hospital, and moving kept the blood up and pumping and helped keep you warm. She was going a bit stir crazy with the cold though. At least when she was bored she could find some old medical texts that she had hidden and read, but now she just could not sit there and go over facts that she had now read at least a hundred times. Now she just had the hallways to wander through, happening upon people every so often. Sometimes she stopped for a bit to listen, but nothing very interesting was going on today it seemed. The snow was blocking out everything, even thoughts.
At least, she did not think anything was all that interesting until she heard swearing starting to drift up through the hallway she was walking in. There was not anyone in the rooms that she was passing by, and it was getting louder as she came closer to where ever it was coming from. It did not take her long to come up upon Hazard, pacing as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. With what was coming out of his mouth it seemed very likely that he was feeling like it was too. Her heart went out to the young boy. She hated seeing anyone upset, which he clearly was. It was written all over, in his voice, his gait, his posture. There was no hiding it, which was probably why he was not near anyone else. Or at least it would make sense.
Biting her lip, she was not sure if she should make her presence known. He was upset, yes, but she never liked prying into other people's business. Still, maybe she could help. And if she could help, then it was her obligation to help, wasn't it? That was her job after all, helping. Sure he was not visibly hurt or anything like that, but she could still do something. "Hazard?" she said softly, walking up towards him. She still kept back a bit, in case he snapped at her. "Are you all right?" It was a silly question, if one thought about it. Of course he was not all right, he was pacing and swearing, that much was pretty obvious. But she could not think of anything else to say.
What: People are not where they're supposed to be
When: Monday Morning
Where: The hospital
Rating: Not too high
Everything was simply just cold. It used to be, a long time ago, that Mouse had loved when it snowed. Sometimes it would get so bad that her dad would actually spend the day at home. Of course the cold back then was something that she could hide from. Now that was less possible. At least there was plenty of room to move around in the hospital, and moving kept the blood up and pumping and helped keep you warm. She was going a bit stir crazy with the cold though. At least when she was bored she could find some old medical texts that she had hidden and read, but now she just could not sit there and go over facts that she had now read at least a hundred times. Now she just had the hallways to wander through, happening upon people every so often. Sometimes she stopped for a bit to listen, but nothing very interesting was going on today it seemed. The snow was blocking out everything, even thoughts.
At least, she did not think anything was all that interesting until she heard swearing starting to drift up through the hallway she was walking in. There was not anyone in the rooms that she was passing by, and it was getting louder as she came closer to where ever it was coming from. It did not take her long to come up upon Hazard, pacing as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. With what was coming out of his mouth it seemed very likely that he was feeling like it was too. Her heart went out to the young boy. She hated seeing anyone upset, which he clearly was. It was written all over, in his voice, his gait, his posture. There was no hiding it, which was probably why he was not near anyone else. Or at least it would make sense.
Biting her lip, she was not sure if she should make her presence known. He was upset, yes, but she never liked prying into other people's business. Still, maybe she could help. And if she could help, then it was her obligation to help, wasn't it? That was her job after all, helping. Sure he was not visibly hurt or anything like that, but she could still do something. "Hazard?" she said softly, walking up towards him. She still kept back a bit, in case he snapped at her. "Are you all right?" It was a silly question, if one thought about it. Of course he was not all right, he was pacing and swearing, that much was pretty obvious. But she could not think of anything else to say.
