forum Waking Up in A Mental Hospital (Closed)

Started May 17, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"I've always wanted to see New York." he says softly, smiling a bit. He was calm now, at least as calm as you can be when you're in an Asylum.

"It's beautiful," Elijah said, his eyes lighting up. "I mean, besides the general disdain people have for each other, it's a really amazing place. You just have to stay away from the people dressed like Sesame Street characters."

Luke lets out a small laugh, a small, soft and tender laugh, but a laugh all the same. "Maybe when we get out of here you can show me." he says, smiling a bit.

Elijah blushed. "Yeah, maybe I will."

Luke's smile brightens and he hugs the other, "Thanks…" he says softly.

Elijah's blush only darkened when Luke hugged him, but he still hugged back. "For what?" he replied, in the same soft tone.

"Helping me feel better." He answers, humming a little.

"O-oh." He said, wincing at his stutter. "Do you think we're close to the common room?"

Luke looks around, pulling away, "I think so." He smiles at the other, a light pink tinting his ears.

Elijah tried not to blush too much as he looked at Luke. "Can I- I mean, can I hold your hand?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "It'll probably calm both of us down more,"

Luke starts before looking at the other. His small, feminine hand takes hold of Elijah's as he nods, "Yeah. That's okay." he smiles.

Elijah smiles back and starts to walk down the hall with Luke's hand in his.

(SHIIIIIIIP)

(screaming SHIIIPPP)

Luke relaxes, his breathing steady as he walks alongside the other, a tiny smile gracing his lips.

Elijah walked next to him in comfortable silence before they reached the entrance to the common room. "Sh-should we go in?"

Luke gulps and nods, holding Elijah's hand tighter. The blood on his hands had dried a bit, a sign that the blood flow was stopping a bit.

Elijah squeezed his hand and walked inside the room, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of cleaning products. He moved over to one of the couches in the room, sitting down.

Luke sits next to him, fidgeting nervously.

Elijah hadn't let go of his hand since they sat down. "Um," he said, trying to think of something to say. "You have really nice eyes," he said awkwardly.

Luke looks up, smiling a bit, "Thanks. You do too." He smiles softly.

Elijah ignored his mind saying, No you don't, in favor of looking at Luke. When he caught himself staring he cleared his throat and said, "do you wanna see if we can find a bathroom to clean your hands?"

Luke nods, "Please." He stares at his bloodied hands.

Elijah looked around before spotting a door that looked to be a bathroom door. "Come on," he said, dragging Luke up with him, "I think that's it." He opened the door and led him over to the sink, and turned on the water.

Luke nods, following. He gently places his hands in the water, wincing lightly at the pain searing through his hands.