http://mysongislife.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mysongislife.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] kingdomdressing2008-07-12 02:37 pm
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[makes his way down the hall slowly, keeping close to the wall. he's more pale than usual, and he keeps blinking more than the normal person would, seemingly unable to focus. after a few more shaky steps, he almost looks like he's about to lose his balance, and just slumps against the wall instead, one hand coming up to press fingers against his closed eyes.]

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[--well if that isn't a familiar face. that definitely doesn't look good though, but he's not sure what to do. every time he did things like that, they'd just call 9-1-1 and put him under so they can look at all his insides.

... unfortunately, he doesn't think they have that here.]


What do you need--?

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't lie to me-- tell me what you need.

[because he's sick of people acting like they need to hide it. it only hurts others worse in the end.]

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's total instinct that when the other hits the floor he immediately kneels down and scoops him forward, pushing back his hair and kissing his forehead. after a bit of soothing, he's up and running. it's no good that his heart is beating like a drum inside of his chest, but he'll ignore it for the sake of someone who's probably in a worse condition.]

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[he comes back quickly with a sloppily made egg salad sandwich, a tall glass of water in another hand. aside the sandwich is a small bowl of fruit salad left over from the ballroom a night or so ago, still rather fresh and very sweet.]

Here.. please eat.

[scoops of some of the fruit onto a spoon and holds it out for him. his hands are shaking pretty bad.]

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[sets the bowl, plate and glass in front of him, settling beside him so he can rub at his back slowly.]

What's wrong..?

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[heaves a sigh.]

I'm not letting you out of my sight after this, I hope you know.

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
You're a shitty liar. I was too.

[moves to push Roxas' hand down, pressing their foreheads together.]

I know what it's like. I have some screwed up heart problem that could kill me tomorrow, or it could kill me three years from now. I don't know. That was the estimate.

All everyone did was coddle me, and I hated it. I felt like I was five again, so I holed myself up in the cafe with my two jobs and I was fine. The girls were nice to me, I did my thing, and hospital trips aside, everything was fine. The only one in my life who really knew my time left were my old folks and my piano instructor, and my piano instructor took care of me.

.. just. Look, all in all, it's not so bad. I won't tell anyone.

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got more than enough sleeping pills and antidepressants to keep me busy, and if you ever need them, they're not very strong, but they do the job.

[a lot of stronger medicines mess with his heart, and it's not as if these don't, but those are risks he has to take.]

If you want.. I can stay in your room with you. I mean, so you can sleep, if that'll help.

[identity profile] torpid.livejournal.com 2008-07-12 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I found a portable keyboard, so... I can play you something there.

[he knows he's had to put mother to sleep with it many a time.]