Who: 5 & Mary Lennox What: Flashbacks and bedrooms Where: Random patient's room When: Monday afternoon Rating: TBA
Kelsey - as he was known to everyone but himself - wasn't quite in the here and now while he walked through the corridors, hugging the walls like he'd lose his way without them. Whatever it was he was seeing it wasn't plaster and cool paintwork and whatever he heard was loud enough in his own head to stop him hearing his own thoughts.
It could have been started by anything, a loud noise outside disturbing him from his sleep, a faint burning smell, the flash of a light against something else, anything could have set Kelsey off; he was stressed out about the complete lack of his siblings (where had they all gone?) and he was doing the mental equivalent of trying to push a square peg in a round hole all the time. One of the two had to give.
Well-steeped in a full on complete sensory flashback and terrified in a way he hadn't felt when he'd actually been a soldier in the civil war, Kelsey could have been forgiven for his next move, his utter lack of concern for the privacy of the poor patient who's room he barged into (he was small and slight, sure, but he was guerilla army trained and lost somewhere in his head, he could shoulder the door open okay, but he was lucky it hadn't been locked) and the way he barrel-rolled under the bed, into the dark and low safety, hands over his head like he anticipated bombing.