Blake leaned away from axel. He couldn't tell if the boy was joking or serious. Blake darted his eyes around the room, tensing up a little. He was reminded how out of place he was here. "I need to get out of here," he whispered under his breath.
Axel raised a brow at the incoherent words that the boy said, but he shook his head faintly, letting it go. At the sound of someone crashing to the ground, his immediate reflex was to stand up, but he couldn't. The prosthetic weighed him down, keeping him from moving. And all the shouting of the nurses made him freeze. It's not the bombs. It's okay. It's okay.
(anyone wanna talk to Miles?)
(aannd we skip two minutes to Luka waking up)
"Crap." Luka slowly sat up, rubbing his head. "I didn't make it out the door, did I?" Did he have a concussion? Oh man, his nurse would freak.
"You didn't make it anywhere near the door," Axel explained, brushing a lock of curly hair behind his hear. He immediately cursed himself for being sarcastic. "But, are you okay. . .?"
"Yeah dude. You hit the floor hard." Lana stared down at Luka's face, worried.
(aannd we skip two minutes to Luka waking up)
"Crap." Luka slowly sat up, rubbing his head. "I didn't make it out the door, did I?" Did he have a concussion? Oh man, his nurse would freak.
"You didn't make it anywhere near the door," Axel explained, brushing a lock of curly hair behind his hear. He immediately cursed himself for being sarcastic. "But, are you okay. . .?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It happens sometimes. Trust me, I didn't faint." Luka laughed. A dry, humorless laugh. "I'm not a damsel in distress. Usually."
Blake helped him up. "Fooled me bro."
"I'm Lana, by the way," Lana mentioned. "Who are you? And what's your problem?"
Ouch. That was a bit insensitive. "My problem? I like to think of it more as a. . . specialty. At least, that's what my nurse tells me." His voice was like stone against stone, rough and jagged.
"Right, right, your specialty," Lana said impatiently. "Sorry. I don't really sugarcoat. Not trying to be mean or anything. I'm messed up, too."
Axel looked up at the boy who had fallen, studying him silently as he listened to what he was explaining. A specialty? That's a good way to look at it.
Blake looked around the small stark white room. It seemed that they were alone. There were no doctors, nurses, or orderlies. Blake walked over to the door they had come in and roughly tugged at the handle. Yep, locked. Just as he thought.
Luka stood up, brushing himself off. "That was the worst way to introduce myself to all of you guys. Forget this ever happened?" He cracked a smile.
Luka stood up, brushing himself off. "That was the worst way to introduce myself to all of you guys. Forget this ever happened?" He cracked a smile.
"I'll attempt to erase it from my mind," Axel commented, leaning back against his wheelchair. "Too bad you guys didn't get to see me walk by myself on this bad boy. I would have been on the ground too." He said, motioning to his prosthetic as he chuckled lightly.
Blake turned back to Luka from the door. "Ah… we have bigger problems to worry about. Why would they lock us in here together without supervision?" This was no ordinary group.
Lydia started blankly at the scene that played out in front of her, she rolled her eyes and noticed someone sitting in the corner alone. She wanted to talk to them, but couldn't find the motivation to make friends today.
"What, you think we're dangerous?" Lana questioned, smiling.
(hold on I'm in the middle of a strange argument)
Luka stood up, brushing himself off. "That was the worst way to introduce myself to all of you guys. Forget this ever happened?" He cracked a smile.
"I'll attempt to erase it from my mind," Axel commented, leaning back against his wheelchair. "Too bad you guys didn't get to see me walk by myself on this bad boy. I would have been on the ground too." He said, motioning to his prosthetic as he chuckled lightly.
"And I would've helped you up. Name? Mine's Luka. Nice to meet you." Maybe this support group wasn't as bad as an idea than he thought.
Thorn was in the corner. Trying to avoid the others.
(lol, there's 3 people in 3 corners. ONLY ONE CORNER IS FREE)
Luka stood up, brushing himself off. "That was the worst way to introduce myself to all of you guys. Forget this ever happened?" He cracked a smile.
"I'll attempt to erase it from my mind," Axel commented, leaning back against his wheelchair. "Too bad you guys didn't get to see me walk by myself on this bad boy. I would have been on the ground too." He said, motioning to his prosthetic as he chuckled lightly.
"And I would've helped you up. Name? Mine's Luka. Nice to meet you." Maybe this support group wasn't as bad as an idea than he thought.
"Axel. Nice to meet you too," He answered, glancing around at the rest of the people in the room. They each had their own specialty, like Luca had phrased it. Crutches, wheelchairs, medicine, or even blank stares.
(I'm actually going to change Axel's thing to him having osteosarcoma cancer, so that's why he lost a leg.)
(i'd talk to Thorn and Miles but idk how to be social rn, also my friends are talking about a wedding and calling me their son, im confused)
