Wanna Give Your Heart A Break [OPEN]
May 31, 2015 21:59:24 GMT -6
Post by Kenni on May 31, 2015 21:59:24 GMT -6
The elderly woman had been among the injured in Starfire's descent from the sky and good graces of Jump a few short months ago. Ever since she and Robin were hauled away unceremoniously though, Speedy had felt as though public opinion had always been like this.
Like what, you ask?
"OUT. Get OUT! Or BRING BACK MY SON, you HORRID child, OUT!!"
A little like that.
This particular patient quieted momentarily when the masked teen in the ridiculous get-up curled her fingers around a white orchid in a bid of sincerity, and nursed her anger silently as the...fine, slightly less Horrid Child turned his back to her, distributing more to her neighbours.
Similar screams had filled other rooms he'd visited, similar murderous mumbles in the halls from physicians and patients alike, for respect of the hospital's noise policies, and similar foods had littered his person from similar patients across the spectrum of age. Of the many hundreds injured and sent to hospitals city-wide, clinics were bursting to capacity and the outrage still burned hot and real. Sometimes, he came across the rare case of one of the 23 dead's family members in comparably pain-ridden or injured state, and the last grandmother had unfortunately been one of those.
He was struck by the change in reaction he'd received from simply losing the Kingston blazer, although he should've seen it coming.
Earlier, Roy Harper had been by in his uniform to visit a comatose patient, the mother of some twins in his Chem class.
However, Speedy had had the misfortune to re-enter when one of the siblings had been tending to her parent, and thus began his current walk of shame, if you will, with the girl having thrown the first mushy hospital gruel helping at him.
Some of the flowers in his arms were crushed under the translucent gel globs and other foodstuffs that fell from the frozen, but crestfallen face of the archer.
What had possessed him to voluntarily weather this obvious outcome was somewhat unclear.
The archer wasn't sure if he could ever look at another Jell-O cup again.
Or take another to the face.
Or face another livid patient.
It didn't even breach his lenses sure, but it hurt.
Not in the gunk-in-your-eyes way.
It hurt in the gunk-in-your-heart way.
It didn't seem like Jump's people...their people, their schoolmates, their neighbours..would ever look upon another Titan in trust again.
What could be say to alleviate their pain?
What right had be to be here in the first place?
What number hospital was this, that he was selfishly raising blood-pressures at?
What could he hope to accomplish by doing this in Starfire's stead?
These and more questions, he had asked himself, right after they'd been posed at him, spit like acid.
Now the aftermath stuck like Jell-O.
He could not, and thus did not apologize, not with words at least.
He knew the alien princess was a fan of flora.
He would do just a little something.
He just went on amidst the fluctuations of endless uproar or silent seething, leaving a single white bud by each patient, without saying a word.
Shadow
Like what, you ask?
"OUT. Get OUT! Or BRING BACK MY SON, you HORRID child, OUT!!"
A little like that.
This particular patient quieted momentarily when the masked teen in the ridiculous get-up curled her fingers around a white orchid in a bid of sincerity, and nursed her anger silently as the...fine, slightly less Horrid Child turned his back to her, distributing more to her neighbours.
Similar screams had filled other rooms he'd visited, similar murderous mumbles in the halls from physicians and patients alike, for respect of the hospital's noise policies, and similar foods had littered his person from similar patients across the spectrum of age. Of the many hundreds injured and sent to hospitals city-wide, clinics were bursting to capacity and the outrage still burned hot and real. Sometimes, he came across the rare case of one of the 23 dead's family members in comparably pain-ridden or injured state, and the last grandmother had unfortunately been one of those.
He was struck by the change in reaction he'd received from simply losing the Kingston blazer, although he should've seen it coming.
Earlier, Roy Harper had been by in his uniform to visit a comatose patient, the mother of some twins in his Chem class.
However, Speedy had had the misfortune to re-enter when one of the siblings had been tending to her parent, and thus began his current walk of shame, if you will, with the girl having thrown the first mushy hospital gruel helping at him.
Some of the flowers in his arms were crushed under the translucent gel globs and other foodstuffs that fell from the frozen, but crestfallen face of the archer.
What had possessed him to voluntarily weather this obvious outcome was somewhat unclear.
The archer wasn't sure if he could ever look at another Jell-O cup again.
Or take another to the face.
Or face another livid patient.
It didn't even breach his lenses sure, but it hurt.
Not in the gunk-in-your-eyes way.
It hurt in the gunk-in-your-heart way.
It didn't seem like Jump's people...their people, their schoolmates, their neighbours..would ever look upon another Titan in trust again.
What could be say to alleviate their pain?
What right had be to be here in the first place?
What number hospital was this, that he was selfishly raising blood-pressures at?
What could he hope to accomplish by doing this in Starfire's stead?
These and more questions, he had asked himself, right after they'd been posed at him, spit like acid.
Now the aftermath stuck like Jell-O.
He could not, and thus did not apologize, not with words at least.
He knew the alien princess was a fan of flora.
He would do just a little something.
He just went on amidst the fluctuations of endless uproar or silent seething, leaving a single white bud by each patient, without saying a word.
Shadow