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thebastion2015-05-30 08:59 pm
bedheadstyle) wrote in thebastion2015-05-30 08:59 pm
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[OPEN] Years fly by but I’m living, ‘fraid of dying [Day 315]
Who: Haruka and OPEN!
Open: Open
When: Day 315
Where: The old apartments, next to the mural wall Haruka was painting
What: The kid does have a heart condition. Even he forgets that sometimes...
Format: action
Warnings: Medical things!
[Haruka had lived with his condition his entire life. From day one he had never been like other children. When school had started for him he had stayed inside when the rest of the class went out, watching them quietly from a window while they ran and played with an ease he would never know. When other students asked him if he was alright with that he would just smile and say "I'm fine!", which in retrospect may have been a strange way to react.
It wasn't until high school that he truly wasn't bothered by it. That was when he had met Takane, another first year also sitting out of sports and other club participation for her own medical reasons. Though she clearly had no intentions of making friends with anyone, Haruka had wormed his way in to her heart and the two of them had been inseparable ever since.
That was doubly true when fate had seen fit to toss the two sickly kids in to another world together shortly after a particularly frightening and painful attack for Haruka. In a lot of ways, regardless of whatever friendships they did form here, they were all they had for one another. The only ones from their world, and the only people there with their weakened constitutions that made them unsuitable for any sort of travel or battle. They alone sat on the sidelines because they had no other choice in the matter, and while Takane had taken it as an excuse to be as lazy as humanly possible most days Haruka had gone full tilt with everything else that he could do.
He spent the morning with Takane as much as her sleepy self would allow, later mornings doing a lap around the Bastion at a slow pace in hopes that he could strength his body even just a little bit, and the rest of the day working away at the giant mural he had begun on the old apartment's side wall. Evenings after he'd cleaned up and had food were once again with Takane, usually playing some sort of video game together on the systems Colin had set up for them.
All of this had been fine for a time, but the more excited he got over the completion of the mural the more he started neglecting basic needs like periodic rest and even to a certain extent, sleep. Try as he might a good night's sleep wasn't coming to him as easily as it had been, his mind absolutely loud with ideas for more things he could do around the Bastion with his skills.
It probably wasn't the greatest idea to let the kid go hog-wild with this endeavor...
Not that he'd thought a damn thing of it at the time. In fact it wasn't until he was wrapping up another day of working on it, so very near completion, when he felt a familiar twinge in his chest and stopped cleaning the brushes he had been using.
A nervous, worried laugh escaped him, hand rubbing at his chest. He was imagining it, wasn't he?
He returned to the task only to feel it again. Along with it came a short, painful intake of breath that hardly filled his lungs. He closed his eyes and let a rare curse slip past his lips, dropping the brushes in the water bucket and moving for the ladder.]
I-it's nothing, it's nothing...
[A mantra chanted breathlessly as he went down the scaffolding, hoping he could make it over to the hospital (or Colin's workshop) before it got any worse.
Wishful thinking. Trembling, his foot slipped on the bottom rung and sent him to the grass with a painful. The wind was knocked out of him harshly, making it all the more difficult to draw air or even get to his feet.
Curled up where he hand landed, he could only lay there gasping for air and clutching at his aching chest. Did anyone but Takane even remember that he was out there... ? What if no one came by in time...
He was still conscious, but for how long?]
Open: Open
When: Day 315
Where: The old apartments, next to the mural wall Haruka was painting
What: The kid does have a heart condition. Even he forgets that sometimes...
Format: action
Warnings: Medical things!
[Haruka had lived with his condition his entire life. From day one he had never been like other children. When school had started for him he had stayed inside when the rest of the class went out, watching them quietly from a window while they ran and played with an ease he would never know. When other students asked him if he was alright with that he would just smile and say "I'm fine!", which in retrospect may have been a strange way to react.
It wasn't until high school that he truly wasn't bothered by it. That was when he had met Takane, another first year also sitting out of sports and other club participation for her own medical reasons. Though she clearly had no intentions of making friends with anyone, Haruka had wormed his way in to her heart and the two of them had been inseparable ever since.
That was doubly true when fate had seen fit to toss the two sickly kids in to another world together shortly after a particularly frightening and painful attack for Haruka. In a lot of ways, regardless of whatever friendships they did form here, they were all they had for one another. The only ones from their world, and the only people there with their weakened constitutions that made them unsuitable for any sort of travel or battle. They alone sat on the sidelines because they had no other choice in the matter, and while Takane had taken it as an excuse to be as lazy as humanly possible most days Haruka had gone full tilt with everything else that he could do.
He spent the morning with Takane as much as her sleepy self would allow, later mornings doing a lap around the Bastion at a slow pace in hopes that he could strength his body even just a little bit, and the rest of the day working away at the giant mural he had begun on the old apartment's side wall. Evenings after he'd cleaned up and had food were once again with Takane, usually playing some sort of video game together on the systems Colin had set up for them.
All of this had been fine for a time, but the more excited he got over the completion of the mural the more he started neglecting basic needs like periodic rest and even to a certain extent, sleep. Try as he might a good night's sleep wasn't coming to him as easily as it had been, his mind absolutely loud with ideas for more things he could do around the Bastion with his skills.
It probably wasn't the greatest idea to let the kid go hog-wild with this endeavor...
Not that he'd thought a damn thing of it at the time. In fact it wasn't until he was wrapping up another day of working on it, so very near completion, when he felt a familiar twinge in his chest and stopped cleaning the brushes he had been using.
A nervous, worried laugh escaped him, hand rubbing at his chest. He was imagining it, wasn't he?
He returned to the task only to feel it again. Along with it came a short, painful intake of breath that hardly filled his lungs. He closed his eyes and let a rare curse slip past his lips, dropping the brushes in the water bucket and moving for the ladder.]
I-it's nothing, it's nothing...
[A mantra chanted breathlessly as he went down the scaffolding, hoping he could make it over to the hospital (or Colin's workshop) before it got any worse.
Wishful thinking. Trembling, his foot slipped on the bottom rung and sent him to the grass with a painful. The wind was knocked out of him harshly, making it all the more difficult to draw air or even get to his feet.
Curled up where he hand landed, he could only lay there gasping for air and clutching at his aching chest. Did anyone but Takane even remember that he was out there... ? What if no one came by in time...
He was still conscious, but for how long?]
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