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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 23:15:54 GMT
Of course the devil planted the idea in her head, but Poppy did not take a bite of what he'd given her.
She went straight to the hospital and they tried and tried to tell her to leave - it was almost night time, visiting hours were far from over. But she insisted she had to and then, miraculously, her mother walked by and said that Poppy would be helping her with a few things. The glory of an ER nurse as a mother, one of the only times that Poppy appreciated her.
But with a rushed goodbye, she left her mother in the hallway and went running towards where she remembered Amory would be. Truthfully, she had only visited him once since he was admitted. She was terrified to see him, and for good reason - he looked like he might as well be dead and immediately Poppy started crying. Another miracle that he was asleep and no one else was around to see her, her and her tears and her dirty knees and an apple wrapped in a napkin.
Not wanting to wake him up, she put the fruit in his hand and then wrapped her hand around his. She had pulled a chair up and sat in it, and she rested her head on the small space of bed between them. She was too drained to keep her eyes open, and drifted to sleep without realizing it, and no one had come to check on her yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:02:36 GMT
He was on treatment for the cancer ravaging his body. It made him sick and weak, and he couldn’t wait until it was over with. Amory never had much stamina before, but this was ridiculous. Being in the hospital for so long was dampening his spirit too. He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t, at least not for some time.
The blonde was impatient for the day. He spent a long time staring at the window at the sunshine and expanse of blue sky. Poppy hadn’t visited him much since he was admitted. He found himself thinking of her, and dreaming of her too. He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he woke up to darkness. Amory’s finger’s twitched, finding something placed in one hand and felt the presence of a person nearby too. He squinted in the dark, making out familiar ponytails.
“Poppy?” He mumbled, lifting the hand and whatever was in it up so he could view it. It took some effort, even after however much sleep he had. He had no strength. But he managed and saw the apple in his hand. “An apple?” Why had she brought him an apple? He looked at it critically in the bit of light filtering through the single window.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:09:15 GMT
The girl blinks blearily when Amory says her name, but she doesn't totally lift her head up. He's looking at the apple critically and Poppy can't blame him. He wasn't there for the stupid experience that sparked so many bad dreams, he didn't know that some people could appear and disappear as they pleased.
Grumpily, "Yeah, just eat it." Stupid and selfish, she puts her head back down and sort of buries it against his side, not really thinking about the situation and hoping she'll be able to fall asleep again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:20:48 GMT
He smiled to himself at the sound of the pigtailed girl’s voice. Amory wanted to tell her how much he missed her, but held back. No other time did he hesitate before, so why now? He did as he was told nonetheless. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the fruit. Juices ran down his face and he tried to catch the dribble in vain. It wasn’t like any apple he ever tasted.
“Poppy. Have you tried this?” He asked her, holding the fruit out to her. “Try it. It’s really good. I’ve never tasted an apple like this one. Where did you find this?” It felt weird eating the fruit himself. He didn’t have the appetite either.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:24:51 GMT
Face still down she mumbles "I don't want any." The hospital sheets smell funny and it's giving her a headache and she can hear the whirr of machines and she hates it, she hates all of it.
She lifts her head only to yawn, but looks at Amory and he sort of looks content. It brings a smile to her face, and her stomach feels sort of fuzzy. Look at this silly boy, she thinks. He's smiling in the hospital, and he doesn't know what she knows.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 4:42:04 GMT
She refused. Had he expected anything but? Poppy was Poppy, after all. She hadn’t suddenly changed into another person, though something did seem off about her. Amory could have easily attributed it to his cancer coming back.
He actually felt hungry. It wasn’t a particularly large fruit so he was finished with it after a couple more bites. Wiping his chin with a sleeve, he looked back to Poppy. His hands were sticky with the juices of the fruit, so weren’t his cheeks. He didn’t want to bother the pigtailed girl either. He could manage himself. He actually felt a bit of strength return after eating the fruit.
Amory didn’t notice the steam rising off his skin as the fruit worked its magic. He just noticed his appetite returning and the sudden energy coursing through him. He was carefully easing himself out of bed towards his wheelchair when his placed his hand down on something flimsy and began to fall. Moments before he hit the ground, he caught himself. It was then that he realized his legs had moved.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 5:23:24 GMT
She's not aware of him getting up - her eyes feel to heavy to open again. Her arms are sore, too, and she knows it's only a matter of time until her mom comes around on her rounds and drags her daughter by the ear to take her home.
She's not even thinking about what the fruit might do - she got it, and that's as far as she could think for quite a while. Now that it was over, she was just tired and she started to snore just a little.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 0:22:01 GMT
He blinked in confusion, testing his suddenly functioning limb by wiggling his toes. They moved! Excitement bubbled up in his stomach and boiled over, filling him with warm energy. He sprung to his feet despite not having used his legs in so long. It felt as if he had never lost use of them.
Amory spun around, parting his lips to tell Poppy. He closed them instantly. She looked exhausted. Waking her seemed a bad idea. He settled for pulling one of his blankets over her shoulders and kissing her forehead. He went to wash his hands afterwards and returned back to his bed with a grin. He could walk again! It was a miracle.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 4:56:39 GMT
She flirts with sleep, lightly slipping in and out of it but never too asleep to be peaceful, never far enough away to be awake. After a while it's hard to stay in limbo, light makes her squint.
When she opens her eyes, she's alone. The bed is empty. Poppy immediately panics, and something like fear grips her chest. She wants to think about how she was stupid for believing some fruit could help him at all, but her body is moving faster than she can think.
In a shuffle, she knocks back the chair behind her, pushes the crisp hospital sheet off. Where is he? She sort of sprints for the door towards the hallway, ready to pounce on anyone with answers.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 1:14:02 GMT
In the morning, the doctors were shocked to find that he had regained use of his legs in the night. His overall health seemed to improve as well. They took samples of his tissue to check for any sign of cancerous cells and found none. He was cured and at the peak of health. No one had any idea how it happened, even Amory was a bit confused.
But his return to health meant he didn’t need to stay in the hospital any longer. He promptly checked himself out. Poppy was back in his room so he made his way back to see if she was still there. As he opened the door, he spotted her bolting towards it. “Good morning Poppy.” He smiled. “Did you sleep well?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 16:52:47 GMT
She stares at him speechlessly. He's taller than her when he's standing, and her eyes have to drift up to meet his. There's a sick feeling in her stomach.
This wasn't what she was expecting, and she doesn't think it's true. Poppy almost pinches herself to see if she's dreaming, but she doesn't move. A few seconds ago she thought Amory had died but here he was, standing in front of her and larger than life.
"I..." she starts, voice hitching. "Fine." she answer his question and her voice has gone up a few octaves from normal. Is this real?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 20:24:31 GMT
Poppy seemed perturbed. Her voice caught in her throat as if her words had swelled to large to escape it. To see Amory standing must have quite a shock for her. It had the same effect on the doctors too. “Poppy?” He questioned, concern tinting his voice.
He tucked a strand of her strawberry blond hair behind her ear. “Everything will be alright.” He assured her. “I don’t know what happened, but I started feeling better this morning. I can go home now. Will you come with me?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 15:39:37 GMT
When he tucks the hair behind her ears, when his fingertips brush her skin, she startles. It's only slight, it's just a small moment where she moves a fraction of an inch and her eyes narrow an even smaller amount. But it still happened.
Was it the fruit?
She didn't ask for this. That's a terrible thought, a dark thought that should stay stuck, deep in the back of her head. She can't help but think it, though. Amory is taller than her, his bird-like chest suddenly seems too broad. "Uhm, sure. Okay." She tries to sound steady.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 17:02:22 GMT
There was a flicker of something in her gaze, a mix of terror and confusion igniting together to form something else entirely. He recognized the two when they were separate before they cluttered together. A frown almost curled his lips down. Why was she looking at him that way? He drew back his hand, letting it fall limply to his side.
Amory turned away to hide the hurt that surged up and strangled him. He didn't say anything until he had beaten off the choking feeling in his throat.
"I'll go grab my things. I'll meet you in the lobby." Why had she flinched away? Why did she look at him with fear? He set off to the hospital room he once called his and pulled together the belongings inside. With them in hand, he moved slowly towards the lobby. "Ready?"
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