Post book #30: At the Raven Hill Hospital

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Tom wasn't really a fan of hospitals. His visits to them usually tended to follow whatever horribly accident had befallen Tom this time, so his memories of them weren't exactly pleasant.

But right now? Right now, Tom loved the hospital. The hospital was a wondrous, beautiful, amazing place. Look at all the nice white walls! The people busting all around! The wheelchairs tucked away into corners just waiting for Tom to steal them and go on mad wheelchair races!

And it wasn't the dark, airless cellar that Tom had spent days trapped in, going out of his mind for fear that he'd never ever get out of there alive.

So it was, Tom judged, a time for enjoying this glorious place called the hospital, and for making as much use of the ability to walk from one room to another as possible. He'd been going back and forth between all of the other's rooms, so much so that Richelle had started complaining about how he was disturbing her beauty sleep.

As part of a diplomatic gesture to avoid having another shoe thrown at him, Tom decided he would go bother Nick. Or attempt to bother Nick, anyway. Tom hadn't seen him so much yet, since he'd been off having mysterious hospital things done to his leg. Oh well, if Nick wasn't back yet Tom might entertain himself by jumping on his bed or something.

With that cheerful thought, Tom arrived at Nick's room and stuck his through the doorframe to look for him.

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Nick wasn't really a fan of hospitals either, though he wasn't nearly as accident-prone as Tom, which meant he hadn't actually been a patient very often. Except for now. It didn't matter that the only reason Nick was getting a significant amount of attention was because his injuries were recent and Tom's and Sunny's were mostly-healed; it didn't matter that he had an extra one the others didn't have.

Either way, it meant that Nick was heartily sick of doctors and being poked and prodded. The teen's leg was raised and his pillow was over his head to keep out the light. Whatever they were giving him for the pain wasn't working, he decided.

Mostly, he just kept very very still, half glad that his father had managed to pry his mother away and feeling guilty for it. The hand-wringing had started to make his headache worse.

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"Nickers!" Tom crowed, bounding into the room and coming over to grin by the bed now that he knew Nick was there. "You live!"

Slinking into the chair next to the bed, Tom leaned forward to whisper to Nick. "By the way, your pillow's meant to go on the other side of your head."

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Nick groaned, but softly, because groaning made his head feel worse. He pressed the pillow more firmly against his face.

"Go away, Moysten," he muttered. "At least when you had a concussion they kept you in darkness." Not that the hospital room wasn't dark, because it was, but there was still light from the corridor and through the blinds, and the small safety lights, and the fact Tom left the door opened really wasn't helping.

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Tom flinched at the word "darkness". The cellar had been dark, and Tom really didn't wan't to be reminded of it in any way, shape, or form.

He also didn't want to look weak in front of Nick, so he quickly grinned. Not that Nick could even see him, with the way he was hiding under that pillow. "Nick, Nick, Nick. This is dark."

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"Not dark enough when you've just had someone knock your brains out," Nick grumbled, and then added in a drawl, "Though I suppose you wouldn't know, would you? I doubt it's made much of a difference as far as you're concerned."