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dreamlikenewyork2015-06-02 08:37 pm
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"Somebody get me a doctor."
Who: Max Sullivan with Leo Bronson
What: Jinxed, or something
Where: Max's apartment
When: Day after THIS
It seemed like that if Max was going to be a drama queen with a new love interest, he was going to do it with a bang. First breaking his wrist with Rhett, and now that was over and Leo was in the picture, getting spectacularly sick in front of him and ruining their first date. He had been hoping for the past few hours that it wasn’t going to be some sort of jinx, and it would be doomed from the start like his last attempted romance.
But now, he could barely remember texting with Leo. There was a vague recollection, but a hazy confusion had set it. What had happened, was on the most recent trip to the bathroom to both pee and puke, he was going to add a third P to the equation by passing out. He didn’t realise he had done it, he just woke up on the bathroom floor beside the toilet with no memory of how he got there. And that was where he still was.
His cell phone was lying on the tiles beside him, still functioning thanks to a glass screen protector that saved the screen when he dropped it. He felt sick and hot all over, so the cool tiles were a welcome relief. Luckily, because he wasn’t sure he had the energy to move. He felt completely wiped of all energy, and had been aware it was rapidly depleting on him over the hours of the previous day ticked over. He thought it was just overworking himself for finals, or working too much in general, but soon came to realise that this wasn’t just a general tiredness. He began to feel oddly unwell, and once he was aware of that, it just seemed to get worse.
He was in his satin boxers that he slept in in the warmer weather and nothing else. Lying on his side, half in the foetal position with his arms nursing his stomach. Had he called for help from anyone? He couldn’t remember. When he tried to look at this cell, the images on the screen swam and made him feel even more woozy. No chance of navigating the apps there when he couldn’t really see what they were. He was so thirsty. He needed more water, but couldn’t remember where he left the bottle of water he had been constantly drinking from since Leo left. Even before that, he had been drinking like there was no tomorrow. But if he kept throwing up, there wasn’t much left inside him so he needed more and more.
The last time he was this sick was… probably never. He had always been the sort of kid to get chest infections and flus, but he mostly grew out of it. He got ill less frequently, but when it did hit him, it hit him hard. If this was the Bug of Doom going around that he caught off his nephew, it had hit him like a freight train. His phone started to ring then with the Star Wars ringtone and it jolted him out of the place where you were about to fall into a heavy sleep. He didn’t even realise what it was at first, but he soon relinquished a hand from his stomach to feel around to answer it. Luckily it was on speaker.
“...’lo,” he answered, voice hoarse and mumbled from where his cheek was pressed against the tiles beneath him.
“Max? It’s Leo. I’ve been buzzing your apartment for ages. I was about to call the cops! Are you okay?”
“I can’t… can’t get the door… s’too far away,” Max responded, but the confusion and disorientation was evident in his tone. He wasn’t able to help any further. Hopefully Leo was clever and thought of something. He couldn’t get up if he wanted to. His brain wasn’t working well enough to tell his legs to get him up right and walk. All he could do was lie there. It was just too hard to stay awake, despite being in the middle of a phone call and Leo's voice from the speaker faded out when he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: Jinxed, or something
Where: Max's apartment
When: Day after THIS
It seemed like that if Max was going to be a drama queen with a new love interest, he was going to do it with a bang. First breaking his wrist with Rhett, and now that was over and Leo was in the picture, getting spectacularly sick in front of him and ruining their first date. He had been hoping for the past few hours that it wasn’t going to be some sort of jinx, and it would be doomed from the start like his last attempted romance.
But now, he could barely remember texting with Leo. There was a vague recollection, but a hazy confusion had set it. What had happened, was on the most recent trip to the bathroom to both pee and puke, he was going to add a third P to the equation by passing out. He didn’t realise he had done it, he just woke up on the bathroom floor beside the toilet with no memory of how he got there. And that was where he still was.
His cell phone was lying on the tiles beside him, still functioning thanks to a glass screen protector that saved the screen when he dropped it. He felt sick and hot all over, so the cool tiles were a welcome relief. Luckily, because he wasn’t sure he had the energy to move. He felt completely wiped of all energy, and had been aware it was rapidly depleting on him over the hours of the previous day ticked over. He thought it was just overworking himself for finals, or working too much in general, but soon came to realise that this wasn’t just a general tiredness. He began to feel oddly unwell, and once he was aware of that, it just seemed to get worse.
He was in his satin boxers that he slept in in the warmer weather and nothing else. Lying on his side, half in the foetal position with his arms nursing his stomach. Had he called for help from anyone? He couldn’t remember. When he tried to look at this cell, the images on the screen swam and made him feel even more woozy. No chance of navigating the apps there when he couldn’t really see what they were. He was so thirsty. He needed more water, but couldn’t remember where he left the bottle of water he had been constantly drinking from since Leo left. Even before that, he had been drinking like there was no tomorrow. But if he kept throwing up, there wasn’t much left inside him so he needed more and more.
The last time he was this sick was… probably never. He had always been the sort of kid to get chest infections and flus, but he mostly grew out of it. He got ill less frequently, but when it did hit him, it hit him hard. If this was the Bug of Doom going around that he caught off his nephew, it had hit him like a freight train. His phone started to ring then with the Star Wars ringtone and it jolted him out of the place where you were about to fall into a heavy sleep. He didn’t even realise what it was at first, but he soon relinquished a hand from his stomach to feel around to answer it. Luckily it was on speaker.
“...’lo,” he answered, voice hoarse and mumbled from where his cheek was pressed against the tiles beneath him.
“Max? It’s Leo. I’ve been buzzing your apartment for ages. I was about to call the cops! Are you okay?”
“I can’t… can’t get the door… s’too far away,” Max responded, but the confusion and disorientation was evident in his tone. He wasn’t able to help any further. Hopefully Leo was clever and thought of something. He couldn’t get up if he wanted to. His brain wasn’t working well enough to tell his legs to get him up right and walk. All he could do was lie there. It was just too hard to stay awake, despite being in the middle of a phone call and Leo's voice from the speaker faded out when he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE