Arthur Charles Abrams, "Artie" (sg_artie) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-09-09 06:19:00 |
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Date: 9/9, during Enrichment Period
Who: New Directions, passerbys in the hallway
Where: Choir Room
Summary: Everyone witnesses what's been going on with Artie this week.
Evidently, Mr. Schuester knew someone who'd needed to get rid of a large, inviting old sofa. How it had come to live in choir room, Artie neither knew nor cared. The important thing was that it was there, and that Artie had managed to find it empty before Enrichment Period. The pain he'd been feeling each night now lingered during the day, manifesting itself as a dull ache during his waking hours. When Artie drifted into a deep sleep, however, he'd inevitably wake up to escape the knives being thrust into his back. Having a possible diagnosis for the issue, knowing that it was potentially some sort of tumor, did not grant him any peace.
With no one else in the room at that moment, Artie locked his breaks into place and hauled his body out of his chair and onto the couch. Once he was situated as comfortably as possible, Artie stuck a pillow over his head, hoping that they would all get the point and leave him alone. He heard a few people trickle in, heard one of them say his name, and tuned in briefly to see Mr. Schuester leaning over his body, eyeing him with concern. "Still sick, Artie?" Sick. Oh, yeah, Tina had said he was sick. Artie managed a weak nod and caught a sympathetic smile from Mr. Schue before sleep overtook him. He hadn't really intended to sleep. He'd just been wanting to rest his eyes.
Nearly fifteen minutes after eveyone had arrived and gotten settled into the red plastic chairs, they were interrupted by the sound of Artie trembling and whimpering in his sleep. He muttered a string of unintelligible sentences first. As heads turned to look curiously at Artie, every moveable muscle on his body suddenly became tense. He opened his mouth and let out an agonizing scream, the sort of scream reserved for cases of extreme pain.