New beginning (open)

[laker justin parker]

He didn't need those worried eyes watching his every move and those worried ears listening for his every rasping breath. Just another cold. That's what happened with AIDS patients when they were being stressed out and the move out here was stressfull. Hell, Being around the woman in the front drivers seat beside him was stressfull. The anger inside of him was building and building and building. He was about to flip out on her and tear her to pieces with angry words and even angrier glares.

It was four am in the morning and he'd woken up being unable to breath and coughing heavily. He'd managed to wake her up too and the moment she'd seen the blood they'd rushed to the hospital. Wasn't this the same thing that had happened to Ants? Maybe he'd be joining his lover after all. Laker was curled up in the front seat, a blanker wrapped tightly around his feverish trembling body as they made their way to emergencies but when he noticed this he reached over and grabbed at the steering wheel, twisting it sharply and causing his mother to scream out as she fought for control again.

"What is wrong with you?"
Laker was back in his curled up possition huddled for heat.
"Well... since we're not emergancy materiaal yet I thought, I'd try and make us fit in a little more, Mother dearest."
He got his point across and they found parking near the waiting room. She had those fucking glooves on. Those glooves she wore when she was about to handle him but he didn't wait for her to get out of the car to hel him. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, Laker's door flew open and he got out slamming it before she could react.

She got out of the car and called to him.
"Go home! I can do this on my own. I don't need you."
He called over his shoulder before slipping through the doors and inside of the waiting room. He moved up to the reception desk and leaned heavily against it.
"Hi, I need to fill out a patient form. I think I'm sick."
Well of course he was sick. He just didn't want the receptionist looking at him strange because of his confession that he had AIDS.

Once he had the form in hand, he moved over to take a seat and started filling it out. To his disappointment his mother had come in and taken a seat beside him and he scowled down at the form instead to try and ignore her pressence there with him.

[sugar sweet]

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Another night shift. The gods of scheduling were probably letting Sugar know they hated her. She’d already had her break and the night seemed far from over. So far the night had been pretty uneventful, a few sick old people and one child with stomach pain. None of it was dire and for the most part the waiting room seemed like a barren wasteland.

Sitting behind the desk, Sugar swiveled in her chair and drew little flower patterns in the margins of one of the forms. She was slouched forward with her hand in her cheek. She didn’t bother to hold back a yawn. The other clerk that was supposed to be with her had disappeared. Sugars guess was she’d gone off and found her nurse boyfriend and they were in some closet somewhere. Normally it wouldn’t really bother her since the night was so slow, but she really wanted to make a quick jog down to the cafeteria for a red bull and the girl had been gone for almost an hour.

The doodles on the paper turned into scrawled words. Stand and stare. her brow furrowed and she added Speak of love they were lyrics from a song she’d heard once.

Another yawn escaped her and she happened to glance at the double glassed door when a car pulled up. She watched as a kid got out and shouted something back at the drive before slamming the door and heading into the waiting room. He looked beyond pissed off and Sugar sat up straight when he approached the desk.

Sugar was probably polar opposite to this kid. He looked mad at not only the situation but at the world. Almost like a heavy weight sat on his shoulders. If it wasn’t for the scowl on his face Sugar might have managed a smile. Instead she just kind of stared at him when he walked over to her desk and leaned on it.

"Hi, I need to fill out a patient form. I think I'm sick."

All she could do was not and hold out a clipboard to him. Sugar wasn’t intimidated by patients. Even the ones that came in gushing blood and screaming didn’t cause her to cringe. It was why she always thought she’d be a good ER nurse.

The reason she seemed flustered at the sudden appearance of this boy was that he had an expression on his face that wasn’t something she’d ever seen before.

She watched him walk over to the waiting area before she realized she’d handed him the form with her doodles on it and inwardly kicked herself. Damnit! She needed to get that back! If a doctor or staff member found out about it she’d probably get in trouble.

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[laker justin parker]

It didn't take more then a second for Laker to see the doodles and an instant smile replaced the scowl on his face as he looked over the flowers then found the lyrics. Speak of love. The first song that came to mind was Heaven 7. He saw the lyrics above it. Wasn't it stop and stare from one republic? His eyes slowly lifted to the blonde behind the count and he narrowed them a slight smirk on his features. He wrote under Speak of love: Speak of pain. It's all the same. - Heaven 7. Underneath Stand and Stare he wrote: stand Stop and stare, I think I'm moving but I get no where.

His mother eventually saw what he was doing and snatched the form away from him. She was about to tear it up when he reached out and touched her with a cold hand, giving her the death glare.
"Laker!"
The clipboard dropped from her hand and she yerked her hand away from his before she bolted for the bathroom to wash where he had touched her. Laker watched her leave then scooped up the clip board and moved to take a seat in the enterance of the reception desk instead, his back slideing down the wall to the bottom.

He eased himself against the wall and glanced to the girl behind the next now in full view of him to see if she had any objections to him hiding from his mother where he was. He slowly held out the clip board to her with her doodles on.
"I think you gave me yours by mistake. Here. "
He half whispered to her, giving her a soft smile as he waited for a change in clipboards and then he began to cough.

He pulled a corner of the blanket over his mouth coughing into it fiercely and he could almost smell the blood coming from his lungs. Laker dropped the clip board as blackness took over and he fell to the side passing out.