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[pilot_princess]

I HATE IT HERE!

[She grunts in frustration and the bed creeks loudly. Gulliver squeaks in what sounds like fear, but she ignores him, and something hard and wooden smashes against a wall. (Goodbye, chair; she kicked it with her good leg.)]

No. MORE!

Dominic's busy and I hate this stupid hospital and my headaches came back and I want to go home. NOW!

[She breathes heavily for a moment, then the communicator collides with the floor. There's a bit of odd, struggling sounds, and a loud thud.]

Shit, shit, shiiiit. This is hard.

Comments

[be-your-angel.livejournal.com]

An-Anemone...

Anemone are you okay?

[pilot_princess]

No. I want out!

[Tiny hiss of pain, and the sound of something sliding.]

[be-your-angel.livejournal.com]

Anemone, you need to calm down, you'll hurt yourself more. Once you're all better you can leave, but right now you're probably more safe there than any where else.

[Doesn't like the sound of that noise.]

What are you doing? Anemone, please don't do anything foolish.

I... um, I can sing Over the Rainbow for you! Or I can try to sing other songs that you might like?

[notinthegame.livejournal.com]

Still a crazy fuckin' bitch. Glad to see shit hasn't changed, heh.

[pilot_princess]

Shut UP.

[notinthegame.livejournal.com]

I love you too sweetheart.

[herjunes.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey. Your yelling woke her up, so she sounds a little groggy.]

A- Anemone...?

[pilot_princess]

Eh?

...Nanako... go on back to sleep, okay? I'll stop yelling.

[herjunes.livejournal.com]

[Yaaaawn.] Oh. Why were you yelling?

[betterassister.livejournal.com]

Hey. There's juuuust a small dish of watermelon ice left, and some fried chocobo. I can bring over a plate?

[pilot_princess]

I guess. I don't really want to eat, I just want to go back to Horton.

IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!

[betterassister.livejournal.com]

They want you to stay there so they can keep healing you...also, it's safer.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

... You're gonna end up in there longer, if you're not careful.

[pilot_princess]

Am not!

Man, why do you have to be hurt now too? I bet you'd take me home.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[Wow guilt trip city.]

Tch. Give it a couple days. Maybe by then the doctors won't bitch at me for it.

I'm sick of laying around. Screw this... I'll rest tomorrow, then I'm fuckin' done with it.

[cheek-bandage.livejournal.com]

Do you need help?

[pilot_princess]

Yes, actually, I do.

[shockinglycool.livejournal.com]

Calm down, Anemone.

[pilot_princess]

I don't want to! Sorata, I want to go home!

[shockinglycool.livejournal.com]

I know you do. But you're hurt. You gotta keep restin'.

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

Anemone? [...] Are you okay?

[pilot_princess]

No... well... kind of.... [Huff.]

I want to go home but I'm still stuck in this damn hospital!

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

Hey... I know it must suck to be stuck in hospital, but I bet you've got friends who'd worry if you left too early, right?

Sometimes you can feel fine, even if you're not.

[nota-lapdog.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Look who's back from his errand.]

Anemone... Just wait a little bit longer, alright?

[pilot_princess]

[Here, you can have a sulky face; they all ended up getting her back in the bed, so now she's sort of grabby-hands for you.]

Dominic, come here!