Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-06-30 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, lloyd |
Wednesday December 17th 2008
Who: Lloyd and Garret
What: A visit
Where: Beverly Hospital
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: PG 13
The news had drifted through the school slower than you might expect, or at least it had reached Lloyd at the last minute. They had new security. He thought it a little late due to recent circumstances then happened to enquire why, and oh didn't he know? One of the guards had had a heart attack. Big guy, huge flirt, attractive. Garret Foss his name was. Lloyd's instant thought was 'no' followed by 'Not my Garret. It can't be him'. because he was so fit, healthy and wonderful. And then a slow, nasty dread washed through him followed by the onslought of fear and panic. Spell damage was much more harmful to humans and changing back to a teenager was near-on insanely stressful. Whilst the other person was still talking Lloyd had grabbed his jacket and not even bothering to say goodbye, sprinted to his car.
It was only on the way that he realised he had no fucking clue which hospital Garret was in, or the ward after that, or pretty much anything. He called the school, asked for information, then as soon as he found the right department at the right place he was striding through the corridors.
Nothing but drive had carried him so far, the instinct his brain had told him to follow which was 'find him, get to him, see him' but the instant he was at the ward he stopped. He hadn't even considered Mal and Rorie were probably there, taking care of him at this very instant and not wanting any visitors. In a moment of raw defiance Lloyd thought 'fuck'em' and enquired as to which room Garret was in. This would be hard. It would be worse than hard. Garret would be in bed with tubes and oh fuck he didn't know even if he was still alive but he took it as a good sign that there wasn't any space-age technology around here that made people's hearts beat for them or something. With a deep breath he walked along to the door of the private room the nurse had kindly shown him, and after one moment to still his nerves he opened the door, stepping inside to see the sight that awaited him.
For the most part, Garret was just tired. He was tired of visitors, of nurses, of his mother being decent, tired of people worrying and mostly, he was tired of feeling like this. He was tired of being tired, of feeling sluggish and drained, tired of the medication making him feel like he was floating. He couldn't take another worried face or the quiet voices treating him like he might break if they spoke too loudly.
And he felt so much shame, he could barely stand it. He was supposed to be healthy, he ran almost every day. He could bench two hundred pounds! He was so healthy, and healthy people didn't have heart attacks. He was supposed to be strong, for both Mal and Rorie, and strong people didn't lay there in hospitals drugged up with a scar on their chest from their ribcage being cracked open. He was failing at everything he was supposed to be doing in his life.
He was half asleep when he heard the door open, and he groaned softly. It was either Rorie or another nurse, coming to take his blood pressure or poke and prod at him, or something else equally annoying and undignified. Eyes fluttering open, he was surprised to see Lloyd. Surprised, and regretful. "Go away," he sighed heavily, face turning from the demon. "You're the last person I wanna see."