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And so it began...



Narrator's POV.
Lakeview Hospital Pediatrics Ward
9am; Monday Morning

It was a simple day at Lakeview Hospital. Well, as simple as it could get. It seemed like something went wrong everyday. Either the adult patients were causing a ruckus or the child patients were giving the nurses living hell. Nobody would ever want to call this place home, but some had to. Those in the pediatric ward spent more time there than they would like to. Some haven't truly been home in years due to their illnesses or disorders. They have no choice but to call the hospital home.

It was currently 9am and the birds were chirping as usual. The hospital was rarely peaceful, but at this time everything was quiet and calm. At least, it was. A loud and piercing scream could be heard from one of the rooms in the pediatric unit, followed by the footsteps of nurses. Of course. Peace never lasted long here.



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[TerrorKitty]

Mi-Sun (Stacy) Yeoun
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Mi-Sun woke up feeling dead. She sat up and felt the weight of her legs which only made her feel truly dead. She hated them. She hated having to wash them, having to do physical therapy, it's not like she'd actually ever be able to walk again. Putting her thoughts aside Mi-Sun groaned as she got out of her covers and scooted to the edge of her bed, taking out her clothes for the day and shuffling into her waterproof wheelchair and driving herself into the rooms personal shower cleaning her body. Every curve, every little bump made her happy until she moved her hands to her thighs. They were extremely cold, even under the warm water, of which she could barely feel pattering against them aside from some warmth.

Out of the shower and back to her bed after drying off and doing her hair and make up for the day, Mi-Sun began the process of getting dressed, another daily routine she dreaded. Starting with her lower half which took a solid ten minutes to pull off before working on her top half under two. It was the same every day and it only drained more and more of Mi-Sun's spirit. Despite this, she keeps moving forward. Even when she didn't want to as her mother always told her.

Now ready for the day, her mood began to improve. Mornings were always hard, a lump to get over, but now that she was passed that, things felt much brighter and slowly a smile grew on her face. Plopping herself into her wheelchair, Mi-Sun decided to wait in her room for Brooke as she was bound to arrive soon, complaining about something rediculous after probably skipping her nightly medicine. It might be good to talk to the director about moving her into this room with Mi-Sun...

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- Brooke Morgan -​

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“Ms. Morgan!”

Heart racing, her back pressed against the wall. She felt sweat trickling down her face, her chest feels tight as she gasps for air. How long has it been now? Why haven’t they given up? It was morning, that’s all she was sure of. She remembered waking up, blinking against the sun from her windows, stretching her arms- and then here she was. Blue eyes darted swiftly left and right- she was sure this is the place. Yet the day wasn’t being kind to her, it was a matter of time until the floor starts sinking. For all she knew, she’d rather eat two- no, make that three bowls of pumpkin soup than get caught again; and that says a lot.

Like most mornings, the alleyways were mostly clear. It was a one on one battle, her and those pesky white robed demons. Subconsciously she rubbed the back of her neck, remembering the stinging sensation. What were they doing to her? Can’t they see that she’s in danger? “We’re just trying to help you,” she heard that a million times. What she heard even more was the voice in her that tells her to NOT submit to their biddings. They are a part of them. They must be!

Only she’s isn’t.

Or at least, that’s what Brooke hoped. It was fine, however, the brunette knows she’s ready to fight back the moment anything goes wrong. She lets her hope not soar, however. After all, it was just a matter of time until Stacy, too, is replaced. Just like what they did to mother.

Brooke lowered herself, crawling underneath the windows of the doors, passing trolley carts and leaping over sudden empty gaps upon the marbled floor (she hates when it happens). Brooke learns not to trust numbers and signs, as someone changes them every once in a while, perhaps a way to fool her and lead her right into the white room again. Instead, she relied on her memory. Two rights, down 39 stairs (the last one, if appearing, is always a trick), past the hall of rooms that has many noises, another left after the eleventh door, and there she was. The room at the corner.

The girl glances around, furrowing her brows to gather her focus. Seems like she was at a clear. Then, she pressed her palm against the door, and then her cheek. In all honesty, she was never sure, yet every time she did open, it was always the right door. She closed her eyes, rubbing her skin against the wood. Feels about right.

Brooke daringly pushed it open, after all, that was the only way she’d know. A satisfied smile formed over her face when she saw the familiar girl. Perhaps she is a great path finder. More than anything, however, she was glad that Stacy is still Stacy. How could she tell? Her eyes said so.

“Good morning,” she greets, closing the door behind her. She folded her legs, feeling the cold floor against her bare feet when she sat down. It has been a while since she gets to talk to people, she knew that, and it has been hard ever since. It simply wasn’t something she was used to. There was something about Mi-Sun, however, made her feel a bit calmer. Brooke’s brows furrow mildly as she searched for the right words to say. “You had a nice sleep,” she finally decided, though it sounded more like a statement than a question. She still has some working on to do.

 

[mjchasing]

Ashanti Bates.


Water.

Water was the only way that she could pass this weigh in. Her usual nurse was out today, and some new lady was going to he doing her check up today. According to other ED patients in the ward, this nurse was still learning the ropes of things. Hopefully, she didn't know the many tricks that would make Ashanti seem as if she weighed more than she really did. A couple of coin rolls, a big sweatshirt, and about 32 ounces of water. Even if she didn't have the coins or the sweatshirt, the water would add on some.

The brown skinned girl looked in the bathroom mirror with uncertain eyes. Living here was hell to her. Even though she was making progress, it was slow progress. Everybody tells her to stay positive, but they aren't in her shoes. She can't believe all of this started from a simple diet. Ashanti wasn't mad at anyone but herself.

A knock outside of the bathroom knocked her out of deep thought. Right. There was a nurse outside of her bathroom to make sure she wasn't doing anything harmful. Her brown eyes rolled out of annoyance as she quickly washed her hands and exited the bathroom.

"Good morning, Ashanti! Are we ready for our weigh in today? I've heard that you have been making excellent progress, sweetie. Come on," Nurse Leah spoke and motioned the taller girl to follow her out into the halls.​

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Flemming Niebuhr

A shriek rang out from above, or below. Flemming wasn't, and couldn't seem to be, sure. He had to do a weigh-in every morning, which he hated. He didn't have an eating disorder, he wasn't gonna die, but all the nurses and doctors said he was woefully malnourished. He'd been big on chicken nuggets recently, specifically the ones from McDonald's, and basically ate nothing but those in the weeks before coming here.

"Flemming?" A nurse chirped from behind his door, poking her head in. "Hi, I'm just here to check in. How's your back feel?"

"Bad." He said.

"Well, we should be getting you fitted for a brace soon." That wasn't really a good thing in Flemming's eyes. "It should help for a little while, at least until we decide whether or not it needs surgical correction." At this point, he'd rather they just perform the surgery than fit him in a metal torture device.

She quickly ushered Flemming out into the hall while he was still in his pajamas, saying that they'd pick up his morning medication after this. He soon caught sight of a girl who he usually saw at the weigh-ins. Flemming had no idea if she had autism too, maybe she also just wanted to eat ice cream or something. Flemming didn't know if she had an eating disorder, but if she did she probably didn't need to. Not that anyone needs to, but... you know.

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Feeling eyes on her, Ashanti turned her head and met the sight of a boy she had seen once or twice. She had never heard his name before, not that she'd been interested enough to ask. She wasn't too fond of making friends in the ward. In her mind, she wasn't going to be there for much longer. Nurse Leah hummed softly as she pulled a clipboard off of a nearby table. Pages could be heard fluttering as the older woman flipped through them. "It seems that you've been losing some weight, dear," she said in a concerned tone, taking a pen out of her pocket.

Ashanti cringed at the sound of the pen clicking and shrugged. "I've been following my meal plans," she replied and looked down at the dreadful scale. Even standing on it made her feel distressed. Nevertheless, she stepped onto it and looked straight ahead. A silent cheer went off in her head when the nurse didn't ask her to remove any extra clothing or asked her how much water she had drunk. Gotta love new nurses.

When a beeping sound could be heard coming from the scale, she immediately stepped down and turn to look at it. She had gone up 3 pounds from her last weigh-in. Nurse Leah held her hand up, wanting a high five from the teenager. Ashanti just frowned and started to walk back to her room. At least she was. Her shoulder ended up bumping against the boy who she caught glancing at her earlier.

"Oh- sorry!" she said quickly and turned to look at him.

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[TerrorKitty]

Mi-Sun (Stacy) Yeoun
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Mi-Sun could hear Brooke rampage down the hall. The poor dear was completely delusional, it reminded her a lot of someone with dementia. Completely tragic. When Brooke ran into her room she wondered if she had realized the staff never even chased her, that most often they'd only ask her once to take her medication before she bolts out of the room and waking everyone else up. If Brooke's therapy session don't work and her condition continues as it is, Lakeview Hospital will most likely have her transfer to an off-site psychiatric ward, as after what she did to her mother, she's one slip up away from being deemed too dangerous to be around people. Hopefully, as long as she starts taking her medicine and accepting her treatment she won't have to go, and she won't have to suffer anymore.

Mi-Sun smiled at Brooke as she picked up a glass of water and a pill from her desk and wheeled herself over to the girl before bending down to give a kiss on her forhead, while also reaching down to her coat pocket and pulling out the other pills that she still had on her. A plan she worked out with the staff. Brooke was never too attentive, so they had her medicine in her pockets usually and she'd never really notice. Then Mi-Sun would- "They'll stop chasing you if you take the medicine you know. Here." She handed her the glass and the pills. "And this too. It's a counter-drug. When you take it with the medicine it will make them inert and not affect you, but as long as you take them, you won't be chased down anymore." She added handing her the pill from her desk. Mi-Sun kept a stash of sugar pills for occasions like this if she could get Brooke to take her medication now she'd be good for the rest of the day as she's been prescribed heavier doses as it's much more problematic to get her to have subsequent doses throughout the day.

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- Brooke Morgan -​

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As the pills were handed over to her, Brooke frowned. She never liked taking them, it gives her the weird feeling of being…unaware. As though she’s flying, feet off the ground. As if it wasn’t nauseating enough being in these cramped up spaces. Because little did the girl know that perhaps the feeling she had was calmness, and being unaware isn’t necessarily bad, it just means she isn’t as unnecessarily paranoid as she always is. To her, however, it felt like purposely letting her guard down. It was a part of the conspiracies of them, she was sure of it. However, for some reason, they always know when she did not take them, and those usually lead to a worse complication.

The brunette gave an exasperated sigh, just to show that she is against this idea, but took the pills from Mi-Sun’s hand regardless, letting them roll around upon her palm as she glares at them with utter disdain before shoving them into her mouth, drowning them with the glass of water. Brooke let out a gasp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she returned the glass to the other girl. The effects haven’t kicked in yet, but she doesn’t look forward the moment it does. In her head, she keeps repeating beware, beware, beware. Who knows what they’d do to her one day?

“You know we can’t do what they say all the time, right?” she asked, rubbing her eyes before blinking a few times. Nothing changed. What a bunch of posies. Brooke lifted herself up a bit, placing both her hands upon Stacy’s shoulder. “I’m still getting us out of here. Both of us. Just wait for me, okay?” she said and smiled. That’s right. She must remain strong for now. She can’t fight forever, for now she’ll cooperate, and when the chance comes, she’d run. Save her mother and all her friends. Brooke moved towards the bed and sat on it, lifting one leg up over her thighs. There was something about the place, or Stacy's presence, that makes her much more at ease. She felt her heart rate beginning to stabilize, sight going in and out of focus. It even made her sleepy, though she wasn't quite sure if she had slept that night or not, after all, there were people- no, things in the corridor making noises all night long. Brooke rubbed her eyes lightly before simply falling on the bed on her back.

“Your room is nice,” she murmured somewhat nonchalantly. “Much quieter than mine at least.”

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[TerrorKitty]

Mi-Sun (Stacy) Yeoun
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Mi-Sun sighed and wheeled herself back over to her bed and pushed herself up and onto it, sitting beside Brooke wondering just what was going to happen to her. Could she really help this deranged and possibly dangerous young girl? Would Brooke ever get better? "You're gonna be alright, things aren't as bad as they seem." She whispered laying down beside Brooke and taking the trembling delusional brunette into her arms in a deep hug.

Slowly Mi-Sun rubbed her fingers through Brooke's hair, singing softly in Korean before sitting up slightly "We should go get breakfast, you have therapy and I have...Physical training. Just follow along for now, for me?" She asked kissing Brooke on the forehead once more and getting back into her chair beginning to pack up anything she needed for the day in its storage pouches.



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[Twin Fantasy]

Flemming Niebuhr

He wasn't allowed to watch other people's weigh-ins, despite his morbid curiosity. He liked seeing the numbers go up and down. As soon as he was ready to go on in, he felt the girl's shoulder touch his. Immediately, his blood ran cold, and a hand covered his shoulder. Touch. Touch. Touched. I'm being touched.

"Uh, suh, sorry."

His mouth went dry. She could probably see the palor collecting on his face before the nurse gently tapped his shoulder. He too stepped onto the scale. Flemming Niebuhr, after several days, had managed to gain a pound. Impressive, considering he picked at his food like a bird, separating the "good" stuff from the "bad" stuff into neat little piles on his lunch trays. The nurse offered him a sticker, which seemed a bit juvenile, but he took it nonetheless and stuck it to his forehead, then popping back out.

Still there. His weigh-ins were always nice and quick. He turned to her again. Didn't know her name, only the back of her head. "Sorry, again. I'm sorry."

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