shygod (shygod) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-05-13 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | shy |
Who: Shy & Daken
When: Wednesday May 13th, mid afternoon
Where: Medical
What: Shy and Daken find themselves sharing space in Medical
Notes: For the mashup
Shy's little electrically charged stunt two days ago had drained a great deal of his energy, he had consumed more than his usual ration of chocolate, but it simply had not been enough to restore his depleted energy supplies. Fischer had been surprised when, after his demands to be left alone, the frail bot had contacted him requesting an escort to medical for his IV drip of the various nutrients, vitamins and essentials that he refused to include in his diet any other way. Fischer had quickly arranged for the escort, hoping that his "son" was pulling out of this strange, dangerous funk he had fallen into.
Quietly, the frail youth shuffled his way out of his room and down toward medical, a guard on either side, and one behind him. He was paranoid, and he was valuable, as such he got special treatment. The fact that he was considered the son of the man who ran the island only improved his treatment. Blank eyes stared past shaggy, drooping black locks of hair, his body hands tucked into the pockets of jeans a size too large for his too thin frame. His feet shuffled along, head low, shoulders hunched, looking quite like he simply wanted to shrink into a wall, a shadow, and vanish. As thin as he was, he almost could.
At last he arrived to medical, he moving immediately to "his" chair. It was not really reserved for him, but it was one Shy had used for many years, he finding it a safe harbor for no real reason. He set his bony rear end on the chair, pulling his knees up to his chest, resting his feet on the seat of the chair, ducking his head as if he wanted to hid behind his knees. He carefully rolled one sleeve of his baggy shirt up to allow the nurse to attach the IV, blank eyes staring suspiciously at everyone in the room from above those bony knees and below that limp hair.
No, he was not happy to be here, but he needed the IV and he would be back to his room as soon as possible. After his little display, Father had not attempted to send anyone else to bother him. Shy sincerely hoped it would remain that way. Something in him wondered what Sister thought of it all, as he had heard nothing from him, but he was in no rush to find out. Sister was often rude, childish and above and beyond all that, she was touchy. Shy did not wish to be touched currently. Humpf.