Wren (wren_reflected) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-12-14 07:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [12] december |
WHO: Aiden & Wren
WHAT: Aiden and Wren find each other again
WHERE: The medical ward
WHEN: Thursday 13th December
RATING: Medium? Mentions of abuse.
He'd been told he'd been giving off 'vibes' and Wren had no idea what that meant. It sounded bad though, so he thought he'd better get to the medical ward to get checked out in case this vibes were contagious and in case it meant that he'd been thrown back out. Wren found the world a difficult place to navigate at the best of times and the introduction of a zombie apocalypse hadn't seemed to help matters. He could demonstrate more sexual positions than the Karma Sutra but the last time he'd eaten had been some small meal in the medical ward and nothing before that for days. He'd only not died of thurst because it had rained on his travels and Aiden had done a good job teaching him about catching rain.
He missed Aiden. He'd had little interaction with anyone already in the building, except for the nice girl with the sadness that he'd met on his first day there, and he'd spent all of the rest of the time dodging others, lurking in the shadows and calling for his friend like a lost kitten mewling for it's mother. He'd been surprised when he'd discovered the magic that enabled him to send messages out; he'd been initially startled and then delighted at what he could do with the letters on the screen, and the thought of asking Aiden if he was there anywhere where the letters could reach him had honestly crossed his mind. He'd been about to put such a message up when he'd heard the sounds - the soft hushed noise of whispering that seemed to filter through the wall the way he'd heard things in the time before before, locked away in that dark room and waiting for the touches to come. It had frightened him and he'd skipped away only to see the first response later on. He'd gnawed at his knuckle for a minute before the decision to be checked out had come to him and he'd begun making his way to the medical ward, somehow not becoming distracted by the myriad of non-existant sights to be seen and sounds to be heard.
For someone who was used to seeing something where there was nothing when his anxiety and delusions became particularly bad, Wren had a hard time realising what he was looking at when he finally reached his destination. He'd walked in singing, as usual, '-sandman, I'm so alone (bom-bom bom-bom), ain't got nobody to call my own, please-', his semi-fabricated but sweetly sung rendition cut itself off like someone had pressed a mute button. He stopped and tilted his head slowly at the figure before him taking in the large arms, tall build but, most of all, the kind, sweet face and he denied it. He began shaking his head 'no' in denial at what he was seeing, took two faltering steps back to get out of the room, his back hitting the door frame on the third step and halting his progress. An unhappy keening noise started as he wondered why the world would be so cruel as to show him someone he knew wasn't really there.