24 May 2019, 04:35
Well this was a bad idea...
I wake up and groan. I was in the hospital wing for the fifth time this week. I look and see a restraint on my left had. I had been fighting again. This time, I had won, but at a cost. I had broken multiple bones and I could feel the skele-gro coursing through my body, regrowing my bones and creating utter agony for me. I look around, unable to see the nurse. I quickly undo the restraint and try to run for the door only to notice that I can’t run. I had broken an ankle beyond repair. I collapse to the ground.
Right at someone’s feet!
I look up and see the nurse standing over me and a student standing behind her. The student and the nurse drag me back into the hospital bed, restraining both my arms so I wouldn’t be able to fight. “Honestly, when are you going to learn? You need to stop fighting before this gets any worse.” The nurse says. I eventually fall unconscious from the pain.
When I wake up, it’s the afternoon. My arms are still restrained and my body is sore. Light pain courses through the last of my bones. Suddenly, I notice I can’t feel my right foot. I look down to see that it’s missing.
I scream, waking up from a nightmare.
It was only a nightmare. I had woken up inside a nightmare. I had finally woken up in reality because I turn and see...
Right at someone’s feet!
I look up and see the nurse standing over me and a student standing behind her. The student and the nurse drag me back into the hospital bed, restraining both my arms so I wouldn’t be able to fight. “Honestly, when are you going to learn? You need to stop fighting before this gets any worse.” The nurse says. I eventually fall unconscious from the pain.
When I wake up, it’s the afternoon. My arms are still restrained and my body is sore. Light pain courses through the last of my bones. Suddenly, I notice I can’t feel my right foot. I look down to see that it’s missing.
I scream, waking up from a nightmare.
It was only a nightmare. I had woken up inside a nightmare. I had finally woken up in reality because I turn and see...
“I demolish my bridges behind me…then there is no choice but to move forward.” - Fridtjof Nansen
24 May 2019, 05:25
Well this was a bad idea...
Grayson was half-way asleep when he had heard Amber's scream. She had been resting pretty much all day, though after the exhausting night before, he didn't blame her. He sat up straight, smoothing out his robes from where he had been laying down in the chair beside her bed. As he looked at her, she seemed to be frightened. A nightmare, he guessed. It's very common to get those when at Hogwarts. He remembered when he didn't sleep for a week because of them. As his mind trailed off, he was brought back to reality when he noticed her staring at him. Not thinking much of it, he propped his arm on the side of his chair and looked back at the girl.
"I came up earlier to check if you were okay. After last night I was kind of worried." He said, giving a small smile. He wondered if she thought he was weird for coming up like this. After all, he didn't know her and she didn't know him. She seemed to be quite shocked that he was here, and he quickly tried to change the subject. He glanced at the table beside her bed and saw his cloak. He had completely forgotten that he given it to her. Grayson searched for words as he stood up. ""I also came back for this.." He had lied, trying to make himself seem less creepy.
✧･ﾟ:* grayson *:･ﾟ✧*:
strength: 6 || agility: 8 || control: 9 || stamina: 7 ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
28 May 2019, 00:44
Well this was a bad idea...
I’m baffled that Grayson was there, I take a deep breath and sigh. “Gosh, nightmares suck. I figured you’d be back for that. Jesus, they restrained me in my sleep? That’s a bit overkill.” I mutter.
I close my eyes and close my hand, trying to free my hand. “People are too worried for me to be honest. I only fight to save my pride... and myself. To be honest...” I say, struggling with the cuff, “I don’t think people should worry for me. If I get beat up, I get beat up. I’ll survive... hopefully. And thats why people worry for me.” I say with a sigh. I give up on the restraint, dropping my limp cuffed wrist. I stare at the ceiling for a bit, bored out of my mind.
Then I look at my foot. It had been crushed for a while but I kept walking on it even though it hurt like hell. Finally, when I was brought to the hospital wing last night, they noticed it was shattered. I hadn’t said anything before about it so it didn’t matter. Now when I look at it, my foot is wrapped up in thick white bandages so it kinda looks like a marshmallow. You can see dark blue and purple bruises around the edges of the bandages.
Yikes...
I close my eyes and close my hand, trying to free my hand. “People are too worried for me to be honest. I only fight to save my pride... and myself. To be honest...” I say, struggling with the cuff, “I don’t think people should worry for me. If I get beat up, I get beat up. I’ll survive... hopefully. And thats why people worry for me.” I say with a sigh. I give up on the restraint, dropping my limp cuffed wrist. I stare at the ceiling for a bit, bored out of my mind.
Then I look at my foot. It had been crushed for a while but I kept walking on it even though it hurt like hell. Finally, when I was brought to the hospital wing last night, they noticed it was shattered. I hadn’t said anything before about it so it didn’t matter. Now when I look at it, my foot is wrapped up in thick white bandages so it kinda looks like a marshmallow. You can see dark blue and purple bruises around the edges of the bandages.
Yikes...
“I demolish my bridges behind me…then there is no choice but to move forward.” - Fridtjof Nansen