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May. 6th, 2011 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miniworth[ Forward dated to late morning of MAY 6TH. ]
[ It wasn't that he had thought this would never happen again. But he hadn't been expecting this to happen again to him - to them - once again.
[ But once again sitting in a chair beside the occupied hospital bed, arms wrapped securely around a pair of sniffling electric mice sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had lulled him into such a false sense of security. There had been nothing, after all, to have ensured anybody that a person who fell into a coma once wouldn't fall into another one again.
[ He's silent as he sits in his seat, watching over his sleeping friend, but the Plusle clutching the fabric of his jacket utters a few sad sounds to his brother before sniffling again. At least they weren't creating a chaotic din in the hospital anymore, but it had taken nearly an hour to convince Remus that Ken wasn't dead, as well as a long session of calm explanation and consoling to get the pair to stop sobbing loudly.
[ The door to the room is opened just a crack. Though Miles will not be the most welcoming host today (depending on who you are, he might just send you a look across the room and act stiff and bristly), anybody passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of messy brown hair against the white pillow of the bed. 8(
[ Miles Edgeworth is not a happy camper today, Johto, as his best friend has fallen into another coma. He will be sitting in this room solemnly for a good part of however long it takes Ken to wake up (ooc: a week, by the way), going out enough to make sure their Pokémon get their exercise and food, but Goldenrod City will be seeing very little of the two boys for awhile - or maybe longer.
[ But to any visitors at the Pokémon Center, please beware of a certain Cubone by the name of Jason who may or may not throw his bone at you when you enter the room. And don't take it personally. He does this to everyone. ]
[ It's a little later in the day, past noon, when Miles is done sulking and worrying and trying to stay calm, that a text message will reach the gear of one Mitsuru Kirijo. ]
Ken's fallen asleep again.
[ It wasn't that he had thought this would never happen again. But he hadn't been expecting this to happen again to him - to them - once again.
[ But once again sitting in a chair beside the occupied hospital bed, arms wrapped securely around a pair of sniffling electric mice sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had lulled him into such a false sense of security. There had been nothing, after all, to have ensured anybody that a person who fell into a coma once wouldn't fall into another one again.
[ He's silent as he sits in his seat, watching over his sleeping friend, but the Plusle clutching the fabric of his jacket utters a few sad sounds to his brother before sniffling again. At least they weren't creating a chaotic din in the hospital anymore, but it had taken nearly an hour to convince Remus that Ken wasn't dead, as well as a long session of calm explanation and consoling to get the pair to stop sobbing loudly.
[ The door to the room is opened just a crack. Though Miles will not be the most welcoming host today (depending on who you are, he might just send you a look across the room and act stiff and bristly), anybody passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of messy brown hair against the white pillow of the bed. 8(
[ Miles Edgeworth is not a happy camper today, Johto, as his best friend has fallen into another coma. He will be sitting in this room solemnly for a good part of however long it takes Ken to wake up (ooc: a week, by the way), going out enough to make sure their Pokémon get their exercise and food, but Goldenrod City will be seeing very little of the two boys for awhile - or maybe longer.
[ But to any visitors at the Pokémon Center, please beware of a certain Cubone by the name of Jason who may or may not throw his bone at you when you enter the room. And don't take it personally. He does this to everyone. ]
[ It's a little later in the day, past noon, when Miles is done sulking and worrying and trying to stay calm, that a text message will reach the gear of one Mitsuru Kirijo. ]
Ken's fallen asleep again.
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Date: 2011-05-10 02:33 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-10 02:36 am (UTC)When you couldn't talk?
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Date: 2011-05-10 02:42 am (UTC)[action]
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Date: 2011-05-10 08:00 am (UTC)I like talking to you..
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Date: 2011-05-10 07:51 pm (UTC)T-thank you. I like talking to you, too...
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Date: 2011-05-10 09:44 pm (UTC)... Do you know what happens to people who fall asleep? [ Because he knows it could be so scary to people who don't know. ]
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Date: 2011-05-11 06:13 am (UTC)[ yeah, this kid took a nap in the snow. ]
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Date: 2011-05-11 06:19 am (UTC)-- You've fallen asleep, too?
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Date: 2011-05-11 07:25 am (UTC)Yes... for a week.
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Date: 2011-05-11 07:32 am (UTC)I guess all of us have fallen asleep, then. [ pause ] This is his second time.
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Date: 2011-05-12 02:43 am (UTC)I am. I'm.. I'm really worried.
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Date: 2011-05-12 07:25 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-12 07:30 am (UTC)Ken's really strong, but it doesn't change that he's... like us.
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Date: 2011-05-12 07:32 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-12 07:53 am (UTC)He's a kid, like us, even if he's seen so much more..
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Date: 2011-05-12 08:17 am (UTC)[action]
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