.:: Welcome to Warblerland ::. SEMI-LITERATE

[rheia]

"Kurt, he's fine. Blaine's okay. But, if you like, yes, we can head back to Windsor," Jeff said softly, casting an anxious glance at Nick.

[skyl_er]

(Tis' fine Ches! Love the siggy Hatter!)

Kurt nodded in thanks, standing and without a look back, walked out of the shop.

Nick shrugged, grasping Jeff's hand and pulling him out after Kurt.

[angelblaines]

((Ack. Home))

Blaine nodded and began to stand up, but crumpled under the pressure of his body weight, as his legs were too weak still. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking to Julian for guidance, "Help...?" He mumbled softly, still a bit hoarse.

[james moriarty]

"You. Are. Hopeless." Julian groaned, and slapped his face, frustrated. "How the hell can you not walk? It's not like your damn legs got frozen." he grabbed his cell phone, and dialed the number of the only Windsor he could stand. "Please pick up, Nick." he mumbled, tapping his foot.

((Should I do a Reed post? There's not much he can do, though. Hurrr.))

[angelblaines]

((Hurrrrfalurfa. Eventually Shane will come to visit. Or..Um...Here.))

Shane stopped, his hand on the door, ready to exit. He sighed. He shouldn't leave Reed. Not right now. He turned on his heel, and came back to Reed's room, sitting at the chair next to him and pulling his legs up to his chest. He gazed at Reed sadly, eyes sparkling with tears.

Blaine coughed, "I think I was out there for like 5 hours..." He shivered just thinking about it. Sighing, he rubbed his arms, attempting to warm them.

[rheia]

"I know hes upset, but how the hell did he figure out that Blaine was hurt?" Jeff muttered, shaking his head."And, can a person be a Portkey?"

[james moriarty]

Reed listened to his surroundings, the sound of wheels rolling across tile floors, the whisper of doctors, and more clearly than all this, a set of footsteps that seemed to come very close to his bed. He was thinking hard about who could be the owner of the footsteps, or at least, trying to think. The drugs were clouding his mind, casting a haze over his thoughts. He suddenly became aware of an incessant itching in his left arm. He tried to ignore it, but it just got worse. The haze began to clear from his mind, and he found he was able to move his arm. He lifted his other arm to scratch, but found that it was incased in a cast. "Wha-?" he slurred, opening his eyes and looking around, "Shane." his eyes focused on the dark-haired boy.

((Terrible post. ))

[angelblaines]

((Nah. Good to work with. Unlike my extremely long emotional Blaine posts last night xD And that, is what naps do to me))

Shane blinked to clear his eyes, "Hi Reed." He smiled widely, covering up the crushing sadness he was feeling. He set a hand delicately on Reed's casted arm (We never specified which arm it was, did we?), Grinning, "How ya feeling?"

[james moriarty]

(( Meh, left arm. He can still paint. I think there's a part of him that remembers.... A very small, hidden part. Subconscious.))

"Shane, I'm fine. You don't have to baby me, I told you everything would go well." Reed said with a smile, looking Ito Shane's eyes. For some reason, he thought he detected the tiniest hint of sadness in them, but he had no idea why that thought would occur to him. "Have you been here the whole time? How long have I been out? And more importantly, when can I leave?"

[skyl_er]

Nick shook his head, "Mental connection or something?" He mumbled back to him. "And no, a person cannot be a portkey. If they were to touch them self," he let out a cough that sounded much like Thad's name, "They would constantly be teleporting every where."