Realistic or Modern Flaws

[Lacuna]

"We're all human, aren't we?


Every human life is worth the same,


and worth saving."


-JK Rowling


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❝ Camryn Lockwood ❞
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Rolling over in her bed Camryn’s eyes flickered open. Letting out a sigh she rolled over, pulling a pillow over her face. Here’s to another boring day cooped up inside the hospital she got to call home. Sure, the hospital nurses would do their best to plan events for them, but living in a hospital was no way to spend her glory years. Kids her age were going to prom, getting ready for college, staying out late and really living. She envied their perfect health, and hated them because they never took it for granted.


Pulling the pillow off her face she glanced over at her clock, 8:03am. Perfect timing, she had just enough time to get down to the cafeteria and get food before all the over night, sappy eyed parents with their obnoxious kids were even up. She had it all down to a science; breakfast food was out from 7 to 10:30. Any time from 7:30 to about 8:45 was the golden time to go, the food was always hot and freshly made after the 3rd shift nurses grabbed breakfast before heading home. Anytime later than 9 was utter hell; screaming kids and parents to tired to function.


Rolling out of bed she slipped on her moccasins, and threw on her fathers old beat up hoodie over her pajamas. Yawning and stretching she looked over at her roommates bed, she was still sleeping. It wasn’t much of a surprise to her. Camryn was always up early in the morning, it never matter how much sleep she got, if any. Taking a quick glance in the mirror she threw her hair up into a messy bun before proceeding to write a small note to her roommate. Went to the cafeteria for some grub. She knew it was pointless to write her a note; it was the same routine every morning. But, it was the polite thing to do, right?





Exiting the room she walked down the empty hallway, passing the occasional nurse. The cafeteria thankfully wasn’t that far from her room, just down the hall and straight down the stairs. Well, elevator for her. Going down stairs wasn’t much of a problem for her, it was going up. 10 steps up and she would already be getting dizzy.

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Neal woke up lying flat on his face meaning his nasal cannula was pushing in to his upper lip. Which meant that he would have a weird indent thing when he went to the cafeteria. Ugh, technically he could opt to have a nurse bring him food but that just felt deeming for him and the nurses. He looked longingly at his crutches where they were leaning against the wall. He had been advised to 'take it easy' which he had whined about to his mother and two brothers. For him that directly translated to 'use the wheelchair even though you can feel your god damn legs'. Neal had had to use wheelchairs before and he HATED them. People treated you differently- and okay you got treated differently when you had forearm crutches too, but wheelchairs automatically made people jump to horrible accidents and shit. His condition wasn't traumatic it was a spinal/ muscle thing that just meant he could feel his legs they just didn't really corporate or hold his weight.


Neal sighed shallowly. Everything was shallow, he just couldn't breath that deeply. He swung his legs around and pulled the wheelchair up. Sitting down he hooked his nasal cannula up to the oxygen tank already loaded onto the chair. he set the flow and grabbed a blanket for his legs. His legs weren't the most attractive things ever, they looked like shirvled stems of plants. Like dying pumpkin stems. He kept them covered at ALL TIMES. Plus the hospital was really cold. Neal got cold a lot but right now he was always cold. He slipped a sweater over his head and headed for the elevator clumsily.


"Hey.. Hold that door!"