Zoie (if_i_believe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-06-30 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-28, regan, zoie |
draw me a smile
Who: Regan and Zoie
Where: UofM hospital lunchroom
When: Mid-afternoon
Zoie felt terrible for all of the people who knew kids at the high school dance last night, she really did, and even more so for the people who were waiting outside for them... but she had no idea how they felt. She knew none of them. She had never been in that situation either. She had never been the big sister who was worried about someone else - she was no Nora. Now, had she been Nora then she was pretty sure that she would know exactly what every single one of those people was going through. Or well, similar? Maybe. Maybe it was like every time she was rushed into the emergency room and her family was left waiting outside with no idea of whether or not she was going to die this time. No, it's not the same, at least they know where I am and that I'm being taken care of, these poor people have no idea what's going on at all... But that was the extent that Zoie was able to pay attention to it. If she focused on it then her soft heart would make her feel bad for them and if she felt bad for them then her heart would start to race because she would worry and if she worried... then she might make herself sick with worry and, well, then she would not be able to be at work and Nora would have a lecture waiting for her either when she got home or when she got to the hospital because Zoie was confined to a bed and discovered that the reason was because she felt that bad for teenagers and chaperones she did not even know... I bet it was definitely magic though. It has to be, right? Something magic?
Regan probably would not be okay with it either. Oh that's right, he probably didn't like it when I was having a moment this morning. When she had first heard about the whole thing, Zoie had had a moment where she thought she was going to pass out right on the spot. Luckily she had not. Doubly lucky, or so she had thought, she had still been in her room and Nora had not seen. But Regan would probably know somehow or something like that... Had she given him her phone number? Did he have a cellphone? Did he know how to text? Well that had to be the silliest thought she had ever had! Of course he knew how to text, everyone knew how to text! She had even seen a white-haired old grandpa with a cane texting once. He had been punching at the screen a little harder than he needed to, true, but he had definitely been texting and if he could do it then someone who looked like Regan certainly could. The cute little fuzzy that he carried around in his pocket would be able to help him if he needed it, she imagined.
"Thank you," the blonde offered a smile along with her thanks to the woman at the register as she handed over her card. A salad had seemed like a good idea for lunch, along with a bottle of orange carrot juice and a little cup of Italian dressing. Anything more would have been too much, though she knew Nora would have given her a look and likely asked that she had a sandwich or something with meat. But Nora was not there and what Nora did not know would not hurt her. Just me maybe. Taking her card back, Zoie wished the woman a good day and headed straight for a table by the window. The large room was emptier than usual at this time of day - probably because of the mess at the school, those poor people - and she had her choice of spots. Sitting by herself was nothing that bothered her so she plunked her tray and backpack both on the table, immediately unscrewing the top off her little plastic bottle to take a long drink, not even noticing that someone had appeared behind her.