forum Not Broken, Just Bent. (Hospital/Asylum Soulmate RP)

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Sounds good." Luka gave a thumbs up. "Just. . ." he hesitated, walking over to the handles of the wheelchair and gripping them. "Just be careful and don't over-exert yourself." He tucked his phone back into his pocket.

"Don't worry, it's a metal leg. It's not supposed to get tired," Axel answered, waving Luka off as he leaned back in his wheelchair. Sure, he liked to think of his leg as perfect and whole, but he missed his whole limbs. He missed actually being able to walk without hurting. Telling himself the prosthetic was better was an easier truth than reminding himself that he had lost a leg.

"Well, all right then. We shall, what were your words? Stir up some trouble?" He nodded faintly to himself and opened the door, wheeling Axel out of the room. His specialty was definitely not trouble. Flirting? Yes. Good manners? Yes. Getting out of sticky situations? Double yes. But, being around Axel was different. Luka's mind. . . felt clear for once. Not as clouded up and hazy as it usually did.

Kaz stared off to the side, biting the inside of his cheek as he scowled. He refused to give Vaughn any more hell for something he did. Vaughn didn't deserve his sorry mess. "I…Sorry," he finally muttered, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he continued to look anywhere but where Vaughn was

Vaughn ran a hand over his face, exhaling heavily. “It’s fine,” He mumbled. He felt like he should say something more to get his point across better. “I’m just concerned, okay? I was serious. I don’t want to see you dying in a hospital because you drank too much.”

"I'm ready to blow some shit up," Axel stated as he rested his hands on the padded arms of the wheelchair as they began down the halls. A crooked grin spread across his face as he brushed strands of curly hair out of his face, the dark circles under his eyes not as prominent.

"Everyone's concerned. It's been nothing but 'get better soon' cards and being shoved into therapy group after therapy group. And you know how many people were in the hospital when I tried to off myself? Zero. There was nobody, not a single person for three god damn days. And the only people who showed up? Cas and Argo. And that was just to shove me out of the hospital and dump me on some mental hospital who can deal with rejects like me better than two inhumans," Kaz grumbled

Wait, how would they do that? Oh. It was figurative. "Yes, blow some shit up." Luka nodded, pushing Axel along as his shoes clicked the tiled floor. There would be a louder sound on the floor if I was wearing high heels. The image of himself tap-dancing crossed his mind. I can make it work.

Vaughn exhaled slowly, nodding his head as he listened. “Yeah, I get it. But a lot of people mean it when they say that they don’t want you to live like this. Not everyone can heal people or whatnot with the snap of their fingers. They’re just doing the best they can,” he said, a light frown still lingering.

"Well what am I supposed to do about it? I'm just some drunk tattoo artist who's been officially dead since last Monday," Kaz muttered, wrapping his arms around himself a little tighter as he spoke

“Actually put in an effort to stay sober. No alcohol at all, not even a bottle of beer. Put a rubber band on your wrist and snap it when you want to drink. It’ll distract you,” Vaughn suggested in a level tone. He leaned back, not wanting it eat anymore. He only ate about half his burger, but after arguing, he had lost his appetite.

Kaz made a noise of frustration, running a hand over his face. "I tried that. I was sober for almost a year before the accident, and then I just couldn't help it. And my god, the things Kaon yells in my head. Only alcohol seems to shut him up now."

“You just need to find something else to concentrate on,” Vaughn said, fingers tapping on the table top absentmindedly. “Y’know, find something else that you like and use it to your advantage.”

"Well, tattooing was great. Until I beat up one of my coworkers and lost my job. So now that's out of the question," Kaz muttered. "I can't afford to ride my bike anymore, don't have the money. So what am I supposed to do other than booze and sleep around?"

“There has to be something else that you like to do,” Vaughn pressed, his frown growing. This shouldn’t be this complicated to try and figure out. Kaz just needed a solid distraction that he could rely on.

Kaz sighed, frowning at the table for a moment. A smirk suddenly crossed his face. "I'd like to do you," he said, resisting the urge to start laughing. He was already prepared to apologize profusely, knowing he probably just convinced Vaughn that he was worth punching

Vaughn practically choked, his face growing red and his eyes widening. “You what?” He finally forced out after stammering for a solid ten seconds. Oh god, he was sure he looked like an absolute blubbering idiot.

Kaz laughed loudly, his grin so wide it scrunched his eyes a little. "Oh my god, I expected you to punch me or something," he giggled, resisting the urge to laugh more as he watched Vaughn's reaction. Damn, he had never seen him so flustered before. It was absolutely adorable

“If we weren’t in public, believe me, I would,” Vaughn shot back, trying to gain some of his dignity back. Kaz was such an asshole. They were friends, he shouldn’t be getting this bothered by his stupid joking.

"But seriously though? You're pretty hot, and if I was wasted enough to not worry about totally destroying a friendship in the morning, I would probably totally do you," Kaz chuckled, suddenly wishing he had another beer to hide behind

“Oh my god,” Vaughn groaned, bringing his hands up to hold his head. His hands helped to partly conceal his burning face, though he still felt shameful. Shameful for the ideas and imaginations that his mind provided of him in bed with Kaz. Kaz would actually consider doing that with him? Sure, he would take Kaz up on the offer if he asked, but it was unbelievable either way.

"I mean hey, you said I needed a distraction from alcohol," Kaz said teasingly. He wouldn't force Vaughn into anything, that wasn't how he worked. But if Vaughn said yes? Well hey, that was pretty great by his standards

“I didn’t think that you would say me, for Christsake,” Vaughn mumbled as he kept his head in his hands. Oh, was he embarrassed and, quite frankly, humiliated. It was ridiculous how flustered he was growing because of Kaz’s words.

"Hey, hey, I'll stop talking if I'm making you uncomfortable. Just an offer," Kaz said, putting his hands up in surrender before setting them back in his lap

Thorn's blush grew, "O-okay."

"Aw, see?" Lana's voice lowered. "That damn blush. Does something to me."

Thorn's eyes seemed to wander around. She wondered how she got into this position, or how she didn't really mind this at all. She squeaked, "U-um, like what?"

Wait, how would they do that? Oh. It was figurative. "Yes, blow some shit up." Luka nodded, pushing Axel along as his shoes clicked the tiled floor. There would be a louder sound on the floor if I was wearing high heels. The image of himself tap-dancing crossed his mind. I can make it work.

"Got any ideas?" Axel questioned as he glanced over his shoulder towards Luka. A few nurses bustled past, shooting them a few long looks.