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What: Random meeting
Where: Neurosurgical Unit
When: Jack has no idea
Rating: Innocent
Jack knew he was hospital. He knew he was seriously sick. He knew he had bandages wrapped around his head. Beyond that, there wasn't a distinct amount of recognition. He didn't know he was in the Neurosurgical Unit, or what hospital. He didn't know the unit was connected to the High Dependency Unit and that he was here because he was seriously sick. He didn't really know what was wrong beyond the fact he apparently had brain bleeding, and that was a piece of information he had only been able to retain when the doctor actually quit with the medical jargon and called it 'bleeding on the brain'. They kept telling him, too, that he was ill but they couldn't do any further tests on him until he healed a little. They listed the tests they wanted to do, but Jack had no clue what they were on about.
But he was awake, so that was a start. Dazed, but awake. And he had a whole bunch of flower arrangements sitting at various points in the room. At first, his vision was blurry and he hadn't been able to focus on what the colours were, but now that he had been awake for a couple of days, he could see them. They were beautiful, but his parents couldn't tell him who was sending them. None of them had cards. Now he just felt sick and the pain in his head took it out of him. Lying in the hospital bed with tubes and wires connected him was almost like a holiday. The time just ticked away when he was awake. He really didn't have the energy for anything.
live4themoment and zizes_schmizesWhat: Random meeting
Where: Neurosurgical Unit
When: Jack has no idea
Rating: Innocent
Jack knew he was hospital. He knew he was seriously sick. He knew he had bandages wrapped around his head. Beyond that, there wasn't a distinct amount of recognition. He didn't know he was in the Neurosurgical Unit, or what hospital. He didn't know the unit was connected to the High Dependency Unit and that he was here because he was seriously sick. He didn't really know what was wrong beyond the fact he apparently had brain bleeding, and that was a piece of information he had only been able to retain when the doctor actually quit with the medical jargon and called it 'bleeding on the brain'. They kept telling him, too, that he was ill but they couldn't do any further tests on him until he healed a little. They listed the tests they wanted to do, but Jack had no clue what they were on about.
But he was awake, so that was a start. Dazed, but awake. And he had a whole bunch of flower arrangements sitting at various points in the room. At first, his vision was blurry and he hadn't been able to focus on what the colours were, but now that he had been awake for a couple of days, he could see them. They were beautiful, but his parents couldn't tell him who was sending them. None of them had cards. Now he just felt sick and the pain in his head took it out of him. Lying in the hospital bed with tubes and wires connected him was almost like a holiday. The time just ticked away when he was awake. He really didn't have the energy for anything.
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