Jonathan Reznick-Quinn (rezidentsk8er) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-01-16 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabby, rez |
Sunday - 9/9/07
Who: Rez and Gabby
When: Afternoon
Where: The Infirmary
What: There are some places that one shouldn't take a skateboard, even if they are a professional.
So maybe it was his own stupidity that had landed him here, but Rez wasn't exactly know for being the brightest bulb in the box. One of the guys that he had become friends with last semester had just gotten back to the school and they had decided to go outside and skate a few rails. Of course Rez was a complete and total show off and he couldn't pass up the opportunity to school the kid on a few new tricks he had picked up when he had been here mostly by himself over the break.
But he skipped when he should have hopped and he face planted right on one of the concrete stairs. Talking about PAIN! And Jesus Christ there was a lot of blood! Of course he was used to that. He had been in more accidents than he could count in his twenty-four years of life. But everybody else freaked out about it. The guy took off into a sprint to find a staff member and before he could tell them that he would be fine, he was being hauled off to the infirmary so that Nurse Hatchet Face could have a look at it. Fuck! He really hated this place!
"Don't move!" The professor warned with a stern look and a finger in the face after seeing him to a bed. They knew him too well in this place. He often times just took off the minute they were gone after an injury and didn't bother having it looked at at all. Miss Swann had had a talk with him about that more than once because of the whole liability issue or whatever.
He rolled his eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." The words were muffled by the sound of the blood tissue that he held up to his nose and mouth but the Professor got the gist of it at least and left him be to sit and wait and be annoyed.
The girl in the room was so quiet that he didn't actually notice her there, and it wasn't like she was in the bed right next to his or anything, but all the way across the room instead. So as he sat there, swinging his feet off the end of the bed and moving his head to the song that was playing inside of it, he decided to pass the time with a little bit of song.
"I don't want anybody else. When I think about you, I touch myself. O-o-ohhh I don't want anybody else. Oh no, oh no, oh no." It started out soft at first, and then he got a bit louder. "You're the one who makes me come running. You're the sun who makes me shine! When you're around I'm always laughing. I wanna make you mii---Oh shit!" That was when he spotted her.
"Wow. Uh.. I thought I was alone." He sort of chuckled. "How embarrassing...."