Post by Loppiainen on Feb 20, 2012 3:20:44 GMT -5
Look! It's that guy that keeps disappearing and reappearing at horribly sporadic times!
But, you see, I'm back for a while. With a fic that's actually finished before I've posted the first part.
It's full of angst, but I promise- It gets better.
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Damian's mother was a nurse.
Today was one of those days when Damian didn't have school, and was not permitted to stay home alone. He would argue that he was fifteen and perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but Mrs. McGinty would insist that Damian accompany her to hospital- just so that she could be sure he was safe.
And so, Damian sat in the third floor's waiting room- bored, and dreading every second he had to stare at the painfully white walls.
After half an hour or so, he decided that sitting there simply did not satisfy him, and that walking around the corridors might be slightly more preoccupying.
While on his little walk, he refrained from glancing inside any of the hospital rooms in order to avoid any awkward meeting-of-eyes with the patients.
The room at the end of the corridor, however, was far too interesting to ignore.
He'd heard music coming from it. Not anything he himself would listen to- it didn't sound particularly modern. Well, maybe modern, but not recent in any way. It had a very 20's feel to it, Damian thought.
Beneath the music, Damian could faintly hear a voice singing along. It was rather soft, and barely audible over the recorded song.
Damian didn't realize he was staring through the room's doorway until the patient inside spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Oh, u-um-" Damian stuttered. "I didn't mean to- I mean- Um. I'll just go..."
"No, it's all right," The patient said. "You can come in if you'd like."
Though reluctant, Damian was intrigued by the man, and decided to enter the room.
It was just like any other room in the ward, completely white with various bits of medical equipment surrounding the bed. The patient, however, was not the kind of person you wanted to find in hospital.
He was young, probably in his mid to late twenties- almost heartbreakingly young to need to receive any serious treatment.
"I don't suppose you're a nurse," The patient laughed.
"No, I'm not," Damian said. "My mam is, though."
"It's Monday. Haven't you got school?" The patient asked.
Damian shook his head. "No. S'why I'm here. Mam didn't want to leave me at home by myself."
The patient raised an eyebrow. "Really? You don't look so young that you would need to be watched."
"That's what I said," Damian chuckled. "But she's sort of overbearing, I guess."
The patient smiled. "My mam used to be like that, too."
"'Used to be'?" Damian asked. "How do you mean?"
The patient didn't answer.
"Oh," Damian said. "Sorry. I didn't-"
"No, it's fine," The patient sighed.
"Yeah, of course..." Damian nodded. "So, um. On another note, you don't sound like you're from Derry."
"Right you are. Dublin, actually," The patient replied.
"What're you doing up North, then?" Damian asked.
The patient shrugged. "A couple years ago, I just... Thought I'd go somewhere new. I figured it would be easy to come here and start fresh, you know?"
"Yeah," Damian said.
The patient continued, "Then, of course, not everything went according to plan."
Damian bit his lip.
"...But you could probably have deduced that yourself," The patient said. "Ah, by the way. I haven't gotten your name, have I?"
"No. It's Damian. You?"
"Paul," The patient smiled.
They talked for several more hours before Damian's mam came by to collect him. He and Paul said their goodbyes, and Damian headed off, promising to return as soon as possible.
But, you see, I'm back for a while. With a fic that's actually finished before I've posted the first part.
It's full of angst, but I promise- It gets better.
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Damian's mother was a nurse.
Today was one of those days when Damian didn't have school, and was not permitted to stay home alone. He would argue that he was fifteen and perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but Mrs. McGinty would insist that Damian accompany her to hospital- just so that she could be sure he was safe.
And so, Damian sat in the third floor's waiting room- bored, and dreading every second he had to stare at the painfully white walls.
After half an hour or so, he decided that sitting there simply did not satisfy him, and that walking around the corridors might be slightly more preoccupying.
While on his little walk, he refrained from glancing inside any of the hospital rooms in order to avoid any awkward meeting-of-eyes with the patients.
The room at the end of the corridor, however, was far too interesting to ignore.
He'd heard music coming from it. Not anything he himself would listen to- it didn't sound particularly modern. Well, maybe modern, but not recent in any way. It had a very 20's feel to it, Damian thought.
Beneath the music, Damian could faintly hear a voice singing along. It was rather soft, and barely audible over the recorded song.
Damian didn't realize he was staring through the room's doorway until the patient inside spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Oh, u-um-" Damian stuttered. "I didn't mean to- I mean- Um. I'll just go..."
"No, it's all right," The patient said. "You can come in if you'd like."
Though reluctant, Damian was intrigued by the man, and decided to enter the room.
It was just like any other room in the ward, completely white with various bits of medical equipment surrounding the bed. The patient, however, was not the kind of person you wanted to find in hospital.
He was young, probably in his mid to late twenties- almost heartbreakingly young to need to receive any serious treatment.
"I don't suppose you're a nurse," The patient laughed.
"No, I'm not," Damian said. "My mam is, though."
"It's Monday. Haven't you got school?" The patient asked.
Damian shook his head. "No. S'why I'm here. Mam didn't want to leave me at home by myself."
The patient raised an eyebrow. "Really? You don't look so young that you would need to be watched."
"That's what I said," Damian chuckled. "But she's sort of overbearing, I guess."
The patient smiled. "My mam used to be like that, too."
"'Used to be'?" Damian asked. "How do you mean?"
The patient didn't answer.
"Oh," Damian said. "Sorry. I didn't-"
"No, it's fine," The patient sighed.
"Yeah, of course..." Damian nodded. "So, um. On another note, you don't sound like you're from Derry."
"Right you are. Dublin, actually," The patient replied.
"What're you doing up North, then?" Damian asked.
The patient shrugged. "A couple years ago, I just... Thought I'd go somewhere new. I figured it would be easy to come here and start fresh, you know?"
"Yeah," Damian said.
The patient continued, "Then, of course, not everything went according to plan."
Damian bit his lip.
"...But you could probably have deduced that yourself," The patient said. "Ah, by the way. I haven't gotten your name, have I?"
"No. It's Damian. You?"
"Paul," The patient smiled.
They talked for several more hours before Damian's mam came by to collect him. He and Paul said their goodbyes, and Damian headed off, promising to return as soon as possible.