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[belle reve]

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Location: Hospital
Mood: Worried
Status: Single
Crush: None
Talking to: Taylor

"Listen, it's my choice to bring myself into this. You don't deserve that punishment, Taylor. Nobody does." Sebastian shook his head, worried for the girl. He didn't want her to feel like she was placing a burden on him, or putting him in danger as well. And the man knew Taylor couldn't hold out much longer alone. Before long, Taylor turned the subject a bit more onto his son, the original reason he was here. After hearing her reasoning for the crash, he shook his head. "Again, this isn't your fault Tay. Who was the one stupid enough to text or call while driving? That was my son. And if that all was happening with your dad... it was in no way your problem to answer the phone. Joey put himself in that spot, really. You're not to blame." He looked down at her, saying, "I'm not gonna say it's okay, because you have no need to apologize."
***
Samantha walked in, blonde curls lightly hanging over her hospital uniform. Seeing Taylor's tear stains, and Joey's father's stern looks, she asked quietly, "Is this a bad time? Because you both can go in and see Joey now. He's drowsy, but awake."

[spring.]

Victoria looks back to him and leans on the nearby fence quietly. "I actually am not going on that thing." She says as she watches him. It's obvious that she isn't trying to be cool but she is being truthful. "I don't wanna get sick on ya." She tells him quietly as she looks down.

[Keke14]

Andrew sighed, looking back up at it and really wanting to ride it.. "Do you mind if I go alone?" as he looked back over at Victoria. It was rude of him to want to leave her, but he REALLY wanted to ride on it. (This could be a time for Amber to go "meet" him)

Zander looked back over at him and said,"That means its my job to make sure no one touches you," she said playfully,"And trust me that won't hapen unless it's an elephant comming at us," she smiled. She was trying to keep the subject to football since she knew her stuff, and talking football made her less nervouse.

[pappuppy]

Taylor.

I flinch at his stern voice, and how he was strictly saying it was not my fault. I know it isn't, and I know he won't believe it even if I say it is. I stop talking and grow silent, and before long, I notice Samantha's voice and I turn, spirits being lifted slightly when I hear that Joey's awake again.
A smile comes to my lips, and my eyes spark with a sudden joy.
It was as though, that one thing, took away all of my pain and fear, and threw it into a garbage can.
That idiot is just fine, and I had me worrying for nothing.
I smile at Samantha and look back at Joey's father, my grin slightly lopsided, but glowing with gratefullness, with thankfullness that a miracle came out of my demise and kept Joey safe. Kept him here.
I wonder briefly if I should go to see him, but instead, despite the fact that I want to run to Joey's room and hug him and laugh with him, I turn to Sebastian briefly.
I smile at him, and its full of my thanks, and it's clear how much Joey affects me. How, if he's okay, that I am too, even though I'm at a horrible point in my life.
Joey was always a reason I had courage to live with my Father. I always knew that it would be okay, because evem if my Father did those horrible things, that I coul go to school the next day and see Joey.
See his smile.
Hear his jokes.
Just be with him.
I knew that so long as I could keep doing that, I could live through my Fathers wrath without fear. Because I had a friend that I knew I could trust if I ever needed to tell the secret.

Now, I inhale deeply and trail up to Sebastian's eyes and I smile barely now.
"You go on and see him, I was talking with him on the ride here... S-Sir," I say, whispering the very end,"I-If he does ask about me. You can tell him, or I'll tell him, either way, I want him to know that he doesn't need to worry about me right now.. I want him to get better more than anything else at this point in time...." I whisper before I feel the tears coming again and I turn away and hurry to the play room.
It's here that I find Ashe and take her out and too a bench where I begin to explain to here that we won't see Dad for a very long time, and that we will be living in a new home until we can go back to our old one. I can't help but grin a little when her largest concerns are if she'll still see her friends, and I tell her that she definitely will, and that she doesn't have to worry anymore, cause everything would be okay.
I end our discussion by pressing my lips to the top of her head and sitting on the bench as she yawns and lays down, stretching out and laying her head on my lap.
"Tay?" She asks and I look down at her.
"Hm?" I hum.
"If we can choose-Yawn- a new home," She yawns and snuggles closer,"Can we live with Mr. Smythe and Joey? Cause they're really nice... and... And they have a really nice home... And... And..." Ashely spoke, bute soon trails off as she falls into a tiresome nap and I only chuckle and stroke her hair soothingly, smiling gently as I brush her hair behind her ear, and brush her cheek gently.
"Maybe Ashe... Maybe.." I whisper softly before I begin to sing to her, making her snuggle closer and sleep soundly.

[sawyer beans.]

Mayson chuckled again, "Your a pretty tough girl ya know. I havent ever met such a beautiful girl before who could play football and not suck at it." He smiled sweetly at her.

Amber noticed the guy talking to the girl about wanting to go on some ride or something. She sighed and looked over at him. She walked over to him and smiled shyly, "If you'd like i'll join you on that ride." She said shyly.

[spring.]

Victoria looks with Amber and stands, pointing to Amber. She looks at Andrew. "Yes! Go with her!" She says happily, smiling slightly. She look to Amber with a slight smile as she looks down. She texts someone quietly as she calms down.

[belle reve]

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[belle reve]

Ƨαмαитнα Яιʌɛяƨ

Location: Hospital
Mood: Worried
Status: Single
Crush: None
Talking to: Joey

Samantha led Joey's father into the room, and after some talking between them, Joey seemed to grow bored of his dad's lecture. She pretended to be focused on her clipboard, not facing them and tapping on it with the eraser of her pencil. Secretly, though, Samantha was snooping. By the way, there was no conversation of what Taylor had said to Mr. Smythe. "Doctor River," she heard Joey ask. The young adult turned around to face the patient, and pushed some blonde locks behind her shoulder. "Yeah?" she rested a hand on her hip. "I heard Taylor's in the playroom of the hospital with her sister. Mind if I go stop by and say hi?" Samantha hesitated, not sure how to respond to the question. She hated saying no, but she knew it was against the rules and was too soon after the accident for Joey to be walking around. But, then again, she thought about how Taylor was so set on riding in the ambulance with Joey. Couldn't he just say hi...? She looked over the major injuries he'd suffered from the accident. Left arm broken, right leg broken, along with his collarbone, some parts of his ribs broken, and cuts and bruises. As a whole, and with being a doctor, Sammy didn't find it too serious. Joey's father shot her a pleading look, as if begging her to say no. "...Fine," she sighed. "Don't tell anybody, though. I could loose my job for this, and I'm already on probation as a newbie." Joey grinned a bit lopsided, and Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Ĵσɛʏ Ƨмʏтнɛ

"Two plus two... Six?"
Location: Hospital
Mood: In Pain
Status: Single
Crush: None
Talking to: Taylor

Joey limped out of his hospital room, Sebastian blabbering next to him. "Texting while driving? And you tried reaching her six times? Joey, have you heard of pulling over?!?! You could've been killed! Honestly Joey, I know you're not doing very good in your classes, but I didn't know you were this brainless. What were you thinking? We already don't have your mom-" Joey got tired of listening to his dad rant. "Dad," he interrupted, wincing, "am I dead, though? No. And honestly, I don't know if we need to bring mom into this conversation." Silently, he thanked his dad for one thing in that lecture, though. Thanks for not bringing up Dylan. Dylan, his brother who was in another car crash with his mom when he was 1 month, Joey figured pretty much rattled his dad. After all, after having a wife change to the worse side and your first son dying, Joey did feel sympathy for his dad. "Yeah, but things could have turned out a lot differently, Joey." Samantha glanced back, hushing the two guys. Joey smirked slightly, amused that their conversation seemed to be drawing attention. Don't patients always have conversations? But then, the reason of her hushing them cleared up some. Taylor was in the play area, lightly singing to her sister. Before she could spot him, he limped over behind her, trying to be as silent as possible. But, with a crutch, that was kind-of hard. The teen set his support on the ledge, also resting his good hand on it to support himself. "'Sup, Tay?" he said, hoping to surprise her somewhat.

[pappuppy]

Taylor.

I was so in tune with my sisters sleeping body, that my body jolts when Joey suddenly spoke. I freeze and feel my body stiffen, before it melts with relief and I turn somewhat. I note every one of his broken limbs, but soon I'm staring into his eyes. Those same drop dead goofy greens that just perk up my day. They were open and clearly alive, causing my lips to set themselves into a soft grin.
"Joey," I breathe out, chuckling weakly before I slowly scoot over and pull Ashley as close as I can to me with my good hand, and I eye the space on the bench,"Go on and sit down Baka." I chuckle, looking a little frail and tired.
I smile though, happy that he's alive more than anything, and though I hate seeing him hurt, I could deal with it way easier rather than only being able to stare at a grave stone.
"Y'know," I rasp somewhat, looking up and into his eyes,"I know we already agreed that you wouldn't scare me by doing something like this ever again, but just for extra measure, if you do, I'll literally kill you, Baka." I tell him simply, a hint of joking tinting my hazel gaze as I smirk just slightly.
"And I don't think your Dad would mind helping me, neither would Ashe, so you better think it through next time, Baka." I laugh, but clearly still sad and worried.

[belle reve]

Ĵσɛʏ Ƨмʏтнɛ

"Two plus two... Six?"
Location: Hospital
Mood: In Pain
Status: Single
Crush: None
Talking to: Taylor

"Ha, thanks." Joey said as Taylor told him to take a seat. He picked up the crutch, swinging himself around so he could sit on the bench. As he sat down, a light hiss of effort escaped his lips. He propped his good arm on the back of the bench, looking over at Taylor. So something did happen to her... what? He said, noting her bruises and cast through the corner of his eye. Of course, it'd be rude to mention it, adding offensive. Wait, don;t those mean the same thing? Anyway, Joey laughed when Taylor jokingly threatened to kill him with his dad and Ashe. "Okay, I just have to say something about that. One, my dad would be totally in on it and ask to finish me off. Secondly, Ashe loves me too much to kill me," he said in the same tone Taylor had used, except with a mock-haught air. "Now, you, on the other hand... would be fighting my dad for the finishing blow." He lightly and gently shoved her uninjured shoulder. After a second or two of laughing,Joey's face slowly turned into a frown, inspecting Taylor's face. "Tay," he asked, "what's bothering you?"