ℱaith and ℳiracles [Inactive]

"Conner? Nice to meetcha" she smiled finishing her juice and crushing it, he was a shy guy and she liked shy guys.Looking at the table and no one even acknowledged her. Watching a bird outside she smiled and decided she was gonna paint outside. "Lovely day.." she commented then looked at Connor fora response of some sort, or anyone for that fact. "Later you wanna paint outside with me?" she asked him, in her eyes painting brought everyone together all happy and free.
 
Connor was surprised. It was the first time a patient had associated with him in the hospital, so isn't that supposed to be something you're supposed to be proud of? "Uh, sure." He said slowly, Unsure if that was a joke or not. "I'll get my guitar. I've been itching to play all this morning." He said excitedly. Tessa seemed more outgoing, and he questioned the quality of a friendship. Well, opposites attract. Connor looked to the table of teens, not sure whether to invite them or not. 'It would be rude not to.' he thought. "Just, join us if you want," Connor said slowly to the teens with a side smile. He wasn't sure if that was a good approach at trying to make friends, but at least it was an effort.
 
Her face lit up to words about guitar "Really? I'll see you out there..."she looked at her IV that needed to be changed. "I need to get my medicine first...You can come to my room if you want, Karen is up there" Karen has always been taking care of Tessa, in her eyes she was the only nurse she liked.She stood up gripping the chair so she wouldn't pass out. "I'm good let's go, I'll see you guys out there" she called to the rest of the people sitting eating. It seamed she needed medicine at the worst possible times, she needed it though.
 
'Tessa? Well, consider me offended! I'm your roommate, after all, I was kinda hopin' you'd know me by now,' Arie thought, a moment too late. It probably sounded a bit off, her sudden laughter ringing out in the silence that had seemed to overcome the table. She cleared her throat and glanced down at her plate awkwardly, pursing her lips. She stabbed a pancake with her fork and ripped off a bite. "Oh, sure. I might join you, just later. I've rudely invited myself to hang around with these lovely people," she said, quickly affording the table a nod. She went back to mutilating her pancakes and used what was left of it still on the fork to wave the two goodbye.
 
"Hmm," he hummed in agreement. "Nosy people are the worst. And if you haven't yet, you probably won't. And even if you did, I promise you it wouldn't be too big a wrench in the grand scheme of things," Kodak responded to Adara with a wry smile. There was no point in shying away from anything at this point; they were all in it together, regardless. Running from sickness in a hospital was like going to school not expecting to be taught. It was pointless. Besides, he was tired of running. Let him do something else with this time. Something useful and worthwhile, hopefully.


He cast his eyes towards Camryn. "Hopefully that's good for me.." he laughed softly. Being observant was good; being around people who were observant was questionable. It was good they had common ground, though. He, too, like to watch, but he usually saw the world through camera lenses. He'd left his camera in his room this morning, not quite in the mood for picture taking just yet.


"Dying with a broken heart, or dying of a broken heart?" He quipped, before finishing off his breakfast. It wasn't so bad, he realized, with conversation to keep the time going. Usually breakfast took forever to finish.
 
"Yeah, I hate the nosies. Maybe I should've coughed on 'em." she thought aloud with a smirk. As Camryn revealed what she had, Adara snorted, a smile on her face. "Yep, that's my roommate, dying of a broken heart." she grinned. She thought it was a funny way to phrase it, but hey it worked. Looking down she realized she'd finished her breakfast. That hadn't happened before. She must be having a good day then. Putting her fork down, she grabbed her orange juice, drinking some happily. "Love orange juice..." she muttered.


 
Marc looked atgue boy's hand very nervously. He didn't want to shake it due to the fact thqt it might reveal his defect.


He ended up laughing the gesture off, with his intuition being correct. His hand tremor shook a little worse this time. 'Crap...' he thought while holding it down. "Sorry, I don't shake hands." He explained, suddenly wanting breakfast burritos and lots of eggs.
 
Noel nodded quietly finding the boys statement to be a bit odd, his hazel eyes catching the twitch of Marcs hand as he lowered his own.


"Oh no, it's fine." He stated waving off the topic with the same hand before propping his elbow up onto the tables edge and set his head into his palm.


"I'm sorry for asking but what brings you here?" He couldn't help but ask though he dislikes the new topic. He's always curious of others, asking questions when he believes it is alright.


"I'm not forcing you to answer also, I know some people don't like talking about it though it's the most popular topic in this place." Noel explained with a strained sigh.
 
"I'm gonna get sonw food befofe indulging in that." Marc quipped before getting up from the table. He walmed over and got as many burritos and egg covered pizzas as he could handle, smothering it all with salsa, before taking his seat again. Almost immediately, he took an insane scoop of it all and began eating.
 
"Are you guys gonna be here for a while?" Kodak put what remained of his breakfast into a neat pile, aiming to clean it up when he left. He needed to go back to his room to get his camera, and see if his roommate had woken up yet. If he hadn't, he'd probably go wake him. He'd miss breakfast if he slept in so late. And then he'd be left to his own devices for a little while, because there wasn't much to do for his treatment. It was a slow process, and if he really wanted to, he supposed he could do some PT, but he really couldn't be bother to. It was boring.


"Orange juice is good," Kodak agreed. He laughed, without much humor, jumping back to the "broken heart" reference. "If you're stuck here for a while, you probably could wander the halls and eventually find someone."
 
The sight of the other male beginning to indulge himself finding more interest in his food rather then the topic caused Noel to chuckle. It was understandable, it wasn't fun to reminisce on what may cause the end of your life, he easily comprehended the boys current feelings. Biting his pale pink lower lip his gaze traveling a cross each person occupying the cafeteria.


"Something tells me you don't like talking about that...So let's start with something a bit smaller. Favorite color?" He had just met Marc and hoped to not scare him away like Darlene said he often did. As he awaited the other boys preferable shade he thought of his own at war with his mind over a mere color.
 
"Iridescent lilac." Marcus answered, reaching for his milk. "It's the color of my mother's best dress. I helped her stich it together." He smiled. "I'm sorry, my friend. I wasn't always bad at small talk."


Marc then comtinued to eat his fill of the food he had gotten himself.
 
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Camryn shook her head while a thin smile came across her face. She was surprised that her joke caught on. Most of the time people avoided her at all costs, at least that how it was in high school. "I've been here for over a month and have yet to find a match. I'm going to have to do more than wander the halls." Smiling at Kodak weakly, she went back to munching on her fruit. The hunger that once annoyed her was starting to subside and she hadn't even finished half her food yet. This was the part of the conversation she hated. Where she didn't know if she should keep talking or keep quite. A part of her wanted to keep talking, but another part of her wanted to run off in the direction of the nearest book. Fighting the part that wanted to run she stayed put, pushing her tray away from her. Sliding back in her chair she clenched the sides of the old ratty hoodie she had on.
 
Noel rose his brows in interest Marcs answer to his earlier question was a bit shocking of course it wasn't as if he was expecting a manlier color he was just surprised by the reason. He spoke as if the mere color held sentimental value to him.


"It's a great color, I personally like white not that I'm racist or anything it just holds every color in itself." He explained himself as well,


"It's fine I'm the master of small talk, so you can stitch? If my friend could smuggle in some supplies could you stitch up my pjs?" He questioned removing half of his blanket from his shoulder the cold air biting at his skin. Then pointed to a thin but long slice through the fabric in the elbow section of his right arm.
 
"I have Multiple Sclerosis. I can't completely control my hand." Marc sighed. He stabbed the pizza, taking a chunk out. "Do you believe we will actually get better?" He asked, before taking the piece in his mouth.
 
Noel tugged his blanket back over his shoulder staring at the other boy, he wasn't going to show any type of pity. He personally despised being looked at with sad eyes, telling him how 'he didn't deserve this', or 'wish this wasn't happening to you'.


But the crappy thing was that it was happening to him so why say that. He sighed running a hand through his hair looking at the other boy.


"I'm sorry that that's happening to you, I have Hemophilia B" he began,


"It depends on what you have, I've seen many people leave this place, with family and on a roll out bed covered by a sheet. It's never known hell I could make a full recovery it's unknown everything's unknown. But though it may annoy others I always try to think on the bright side though death is confusing, we can all get better." He paused,


"Long explanation short. Yes. Yes I do." He concluded with a small shrug.
 
Later Tessa came through the cafe in a casual outfit with a satchel and easel in one arm and dragging her IV tree with the other. She passed the table again and smiled "Feel free to join us if you want" she chimed walking past them, going outside. It was bright and calm as she set her easel up and reached in her bag pulling out a tray and paints. Ready to paint the world, she mixed the colors and opened the sketchbook to refrence the picture. It was a tree with curly branches thats gonna be rainbow.
 
Letting out a breath, Adara looked between her roommate and her....friend? She guessed he was now. If not than an acquaintance at least. "So, either of you have any plans for today?" she asked, not liking the silence that had enveloped the three. It seemed as if the two were wanting to say something, yet unsure about if they should speak. "I don't really have any plans," she continued, taking another sip of her orange juice.
 
"Me neither," Kodak admitted. "Unless," he added after a pause, "you count photography." His photography could hardly be called a plan for the day. He most certainly could take photos all day long, but felt it would probably be better for him to have some actual social interaction while he was stuck here. It wouldn't behoove him to stay isolated if he was going to stay in the hospital for as long as he was.


He was silent, and could feel the awkwardness settle, like fine dust. It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything- he just didn't know what. And at the same time, he didn't want them to leave. To say, to not say. To say, to not say. Kodak moved his utensils around on his plate, busying his hands so he wouldn't be doing nothing. He was really tempted to go get his camera, but unsure of whether or not that would abruptly put their conversation, and possible friendship, to an abrupt end.


"Umm.. I'm going to throw my stuff away." He picked something, anything to say. "Do you guys want me to throw anything away for you?"
 
Camryn looked over at Adara and gave her a smirk, "Please you know what I'll be doing today." Camryn did the same thing all day, everyday. She read. Anything else tended to bore her, then again she didn't particularly try to do anything else. Maybe today would be the day that she tried something new. Maybe. She glanced over at Kodak as he spoke. "Photography sounds like bigger plans than sticking your nose in a book all day." It was true. She loved reading but sometimes it got old. She had run out of books to read about a week ago, and was waiting on her parents to bring her some new ones.


After sitting in the fallen silence for what seemed like an eternity she quietly pipped up, "Mind if I join you?" She asked in regards to his photography comment. Pausing for a moment she opened her mouth to speak again, "I'm good, I'll be heading up to my room to change soon anyways." She didn't want to invite herself, that would be rude. But she hoped that he would say yes. Reading Lord of the Flies again didn't appeal to her; despite how much she loved it.
 
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