♔ Brooke McQueen ♔ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mcqueenbee) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} portland_logs,@ 2014-10-05 23:54:00 |
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Where: The hospital then Sam's house
When: Late Sunday night, October 5th
What: Sammy comes to pick Brookie up and fill her in
Status: Closed/On-going
Warnings: Feels?
Brooke was doing her best to keep herself from feeling overwhelmed, but given the circumstances, that was becoming more and more impossible by the minute. Not only had she been pulled through a wormhole (which she’d always thought to be just some sort of scientific theory) and plunked down in Portland, Oregon, of all places, but this hospital she’d woken up in was a little bit crazed. Even in the waiting room near the main entrance, where Brooke had been brought after waking up, where she’d thought she might find a little bit of peace while she tried to understand this foreign technology they’d handed her, had very few actual moments of peace. She hadn’t been lying when she told Sam that a fight had broken out between two boys for, from what Brooke could tell, no real apparent reason. It was a little bit scary, which only gave her more incentive to sit in the furthermost seat from the door until Sam arrived.
Then there was that. Sam was here. She claimed to have been here for over a month; she already seemed to know more about the world here than Brooke did – that this extremely flat computer she’d been given, for one, was something called a tablet. And that it was 2014 when last Brooke knew, it was 2001. Brooke didn’t know why she hadn’t thought to find the date on this tablet before Sam had told her that, but it had put her in a little bit of shock. That hologram woman, Holly, who had spoken with her had told her she’d been in a coma for a few months – something about sustaining brain damage and some scrapes and bruises but she was healed now, which was yet another strange thing she was trying to wrap her mind around. She didn’t remember anything that had happened. She wondered how it could possibly have been thirteen years when Holly claimed she had only been comatose for a few months. She wondered if Sam was older now or if she was from the same time Brooke was, if she was still a teenager and looked the same or if she’d aged. Brooke thought Sam would look good with age; she was already beautiful, Brooke couldn’t imagine that fading over the years.
When she noticed her mind wandering, Brooke tried to refocus her thoughts for a moment. She didn’t remember how she’d ended up in a coma, so Sammy would have to fill in the blanks for her there. She had been so preoccupied with this new world that she hadn’t even thought about what the last thing she did remember was, but it came to her easily. Prom night. Dinner with Sam and Harrison. Hearing Harrison tell them that he wanted Brooke… That moment of elation before she turned to Sam and saw just how wounded she looked, and she just… couldn’t. She couldn’t bear to see Sam so hurt, she couldn’t bear to even look at Harrison for doing that to her. And she couldn’t understand why she was feeling that way. Sure, it made sense that she’d hate seeing the girl she’d truly come to see as her sister so upset, but she should feel happy for herself too, right? But she didn’t. She felt angry and like this whole thing was just wrong, and she’d stormed off. Sam had come after her, tried to soothe her, but she’d blown past her and… she remembered seeing a bright light, hearing Sam screech her name and then it all just went black. Whatever it was, it had to have been horrible to put her into a coma. A part of her hated to know what it was, but the rest of her needed to know. She just hoped Sam would be able to tell her.
She set her tablet and mini tablet (a phone was what Holly had told her it was, but it looked nothing like any phone Brooke had ever seen) to the side and looked up just in time to see Sam enter through the main, sliding doors, looking around frantically to spot her. Brooke stood, waved to get attention, and when those eyes focused on her and Brooke saw the relief that just sagged through Sam’s body, the confusion only grew stronger and her heart clenched in her chest in a way it never had before, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of her… sister.
“Hi Sammy,” she said, when she came closer. Though they had never really been huggy with each other, Brooke felt compelled to and leaned in, wrapping her arms around Sam and holding on tight. She was the one anchor Brooke had in this strange new world and for right now, she just wanted to cling to that.