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arthur ([personal profile] tsuntsuns) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-03-03 05:24 pm

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HOSPITAL ZONE
what's going on while you're here?
is your character sick
are they are a nurse?
maybe they making out somewhere with the doctor!!
or perhaps its a dramatic death scene in one of the rooms
get creative!
 

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[personal profile] ambitious 2012-03-04 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
(From the moment the front end of that truck connected with her car, time had seemed to lose all sense of meaning for Quinn. She lay trapped in that car, amidst the broken glass and twisted metal, with cuts littering her face and arms and blood running down her face. Getting in her eyes and blurring her vision and tinting the entire world a sickening red color. She lay trapped there for minutes or hours or days. It was hard to tell.

Mercifully, she blacked out before she ever reached the hospital, though even that was a small blessing. She was in and out during the surgery, her world a dizzy blur of shouting voices and beeping machines and the faint but audible sound of someone crying. Maybe it was her mother, or maybe it was her. It was hard to tell, and harder to care as she was quickly swallowed up once again by that blessed darkness.

Everything else is so faint it could simply be a dream, and her eyes have yet to open since she's been wheeled into this room. But she can still hear them. The squeak of the nurses' shoes on the linoleum as they came in to check on her vitals, the soft murmurs of the few visitors she's gotten, though it always seems as if they're speaking to her from miles under water, and the words never do become clear. The incessant beeping of the machines that, if she were a little more herself, would have driven her insane in no time at all.

No, time no longer made any sense at all to Quinn Fabray. So it could have been days, or months, or even years later when her brain finally, and painfully slowly, struggled to clear itself, and her hand shifted slightly on the blankets. For whoever might be in the room with her, it probably wasn't much. For Quinn, it was everything)