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dinohouse2012-11-26 04:08 pm
halfboiledjoker) wrote in dinohouse2012-11-26 04:08 pm
[Mushverse: For everyone in the hospital visiting Joe]
Half the wall is missing. The window is shattered, lying in shards and pieces on the floor. It seems like the fancy hospital equipment all survived, judging by the humming and beeping I can peripherally hear as I stare out of the building.
Less than twenty-four hours ago I found Joe, bruised and barely breathing, discarded on the side of the road like garbage. Before I'd even gotten to the hospital I'd decided I'd make sure he was safe, and healthy, and be someone he could depend on. Then I met his brother, found out how important Joe really is to this world of ours. And I came in here, hoping to help him in any way I could.
And then he hopped on the back of a shapeshifting monster from another world, the two of them running away together.
At some point I must have fallen to my knees. I'm still trying to find words, figure out what to do next, but all I can think of is that somebody must have heard that wall break. And nobody is going to believe what I have to tell them.
Less than twenty-four hours ago I found Joe, bruised and barely breathing, discarded on the side of the road like garbage. Before I'd even gotten to the hospital I'd decided I'd make sure he was safe, and healthy, and be someone he could depend on. Then I met his brother, found out how important Joe really is to this world of ours. And I came in here, hoping to help him in any way I could.
And then he hopped on the back of a shapeshifting monster from another world, the two of them running away together.
At some point I must have fallen to my knees. I'm still trying to find words, figure out what to do next, but all I can think of is that somebody must have heard that wall break. And nobody is going to believe what I have to tell them.
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...that's the spirit. Good for you, kid. "Thank you."
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Of course. This is Joe's adopted dad, suddenly a lot more makes sense. Granted, it doesn't make sense why his father is not more upset with the fact that his son just burst out the side of a building with a spiny red monster, but we can just take things one step at a time. "You can thank me when he's home safe," I say as I climb to my feet.
We've wasted enough time because of my weakness. I straighten my hat on my head and give him a nod. "Let's go."