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| Consciousness is Vastly Overrated; (Cont. from "Here We Go Again") | |
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| Riley Mitaka | Thursday Sep 9 2010, 08:54 PM Post #16 |
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Gingerly, Riley picked up the note and handed it to the boy. Oh, he looked so pitiful! She just wished she could do more. "If you ever need anything from me, don't hesitate to ask the nurse to send for me," Riley said sweetly, bowing as she started to walk away. The nurse followed the fairy towards the door, as if to leave Kisho to read the note alone. Once outside of the infirmary, Riley turned to the nurse. "Marlee, don't let him push himself. He's the kind of student to do work if its presented to him and he likes to stay caught up." "Alright, I won't. You need to stop worrying so much! He's doing much better than I expected after a few weeks. He'll be out soon," the nurse said, and Riley sighed. "I can't help it. Motherly instincts," the fairy said, starting to walk away, "See you later. Take good care off him." "Like I said, Riley, he'll be fine. See you." And with that, both women returned to their normal jobs. Marlee went to her desk and Riley went back to her planning period in her office. |
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| Kisho Arai | Sunday Sep 12 2010, 10:19 PM Post #17 |
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With energy slipping from him by the second, Kisho reached out as far as he could to take the piece of paper. The thought that someone had written him a note still boggled his mind, what part of it actually comprehended the seemingly caring action, that is. He stared at his name, scrawled out in English on the top of the folded note. It wasn't processing. He knew it was his name and that it was in English, but for some reason those weren't making a conscious connection. His teacher's and the nurse's voices drifted across the room, but those didn't make a conscious connection, either. Eventually his teacher left the room, and even then Kisho still couldn't get his brain to connect what he was seeing with 'English' and 'my name'. Slowly, about two minutes after his teacher returned to her office, his hand slipped of his leg, which he'd been using to support his arm while reading his name, and to the bed. Just concentrating that much drained him of a good portion of energy. For a good ten minutes, Kisho stared at the ceiling. He had that habit already, but normally when he did it it was because he was absorbed in memories. Today he stared at the ceiling because his mind was consumed by absolutely nothing. The fact that it was even a ceiling he was looking at didn't process in his mind. It was like he was looking at the ceiling yet past it. Eventually, though, the letter crossed his mind, and he caught the thought. Slowly, it registered with him, and he glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand. Using his leg as an arm rest again, Kisho unfolded the note and attempted to read it. The process was slow-going. His eyes trailed lazily across line after line, but he had to continuously reread what he'd just read. Still nothing was connecting. He caught his name once or twice. He caught a word or two. But that was it. Nothing else. No meaning, no Blair, nothing. Once again, his hand slipped to the bed, and he stared at the ceiling. Attempting to read had taken a toll on the injured young man, and shortly after stopping the second time, his eyes began to close. As he drifted off, his grip on the piece of paper loosened. It was doubtful he would shift in his sleep - fortunate for more reasons than one - so the note would be in his hands when he next woke. |
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