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Post by jacob m. harris on Aug 15, 2012 13:07:29 GMT -5
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Jacob Mitchell Harris sultry and corpse-like Jake heard the orderly say that it wasn’t either of their faults and he sighed. He didn’t believe this, but he’d stop voicing it. He knew that no matter what he said, it was the orderly’s job to tell him otherwise if it was detrimental to his health. But he set Nate off just by his looks. When he heard Nate say the name Matt he sighed. Nate had mentioned that Jake reminded him of someone. Was this Matt the one that he reminded him of?
When the orderly said that they were just different it confused him. He wasn’t different. He made one mistake and got caught for it, he wasn’t going to do it again. The only difference he had from someone was that he didn’t want to be disgusting, which he was right now. But what confused him the most was that the orderly knew his name. He was new; he hadn’t been here more than a day. His parents checked him in, he was shown around, brought to the cafeteria to eat, and then returned to his room. He also convinced the orderly that he had to use the bathroom to come purge, which of course if someone else found out could be very bad.
“How do you know my name?” he asked before looking at the two in the middle of the room. As the female orderly tried helping Jake up, he pulled his arm out of her grip. He didn’t want to be moved, he wanted to stay right there. He wanted to know why Nate hated the way he looked, and how the orderly knew his name. Jake moved closer to the two and farther into the room, so the woman couldn’t just reach in and touch him. “Remember it wasn’t your fault Nate” he said before biting his lip. He wanted to add at the end that it was his fault, but he knew better than to do that right now.
Word count: about 325 Tag: nathan w.smith and kiptyn s. holt
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Post by kiptyn s. holt on Aug 17, 2012 14:53:57 GMT -5
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[/style] Kiptyn didn't at all mind the feel of Nate gripping his shirt tighter, grasping at it almost. He knew that at times even he felt lost and needed something familiar to grab onto. And while for Nate, Kiptyn wasn't familiar, in fact this was their first meeting, Kip was attempting to provide a source of comfort for the male. He knew that sometimes that was all a person needed. Not necessarily a person with an affliction, or a different look on life as Kiptyn liked to view it at most times, but a person in general.
"Who is Matt?" Kiptyn asked calmly. He had read the boy's files. All of the notes from his therapist. He knew exactly why the boy had been brought to the facility in the first place. Or at least what had been inserted into his file upon his check in. But he wanted to get him to talk about it. Share with him, and with Jake who seemed to be searching for understanding, why he was having a breakdown. He had learned quickly after becoming an orderly that reading the files of every new patient entered was actually important. Not to be nosy, but to really understand them. Doctors were there to evaluate, nurses to poke and prod, and orderlies to force medicines and keep order. But Kip didn't want his duties to be limited to such boring work. He wanted to truly help people, which is why he continued to do such a thing.
"You didn't make a mess of the whole night." Kiptyn stated firmly. His tone was kind, but suggested that he thought quite differently from Nate. His focus turned to Jake as he continued to embrace Nate. He shrugged, before giving him a clear, truthful answer. "I read the files. I'm an orderly, but I'm studying to be more. I understand how important each piece of you is to helping you heal. It's not just medical. The things I can learn about you from your files before I meet you can help me help you." He knew the answer sounded almost as though he was begging for the boy's approval, but he didn't need it. "I do look forward to getting to know both of you on a more personal level than from what I know out of your files. And from tonight." Kiptyn remembered the first time he met each of the patients, whether it was visiting their room or during a situation just as this, and he wouldn't forget this. "Be assured that from now on I'll have the two of you under my wing during my shifts, alright? It was very brave of you, Jake, to get help. But also brave of you, Nate, to show emotion in front of people you don't know well at all."
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Post by Nathan W. Smith on Aug 17, 2012 15:51:31 GMT -5
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Remember it's not your fault. Nate smiled very faintly as he leaned backwards a bit. Wiping at his face though his smile faded relatively quickly. The question that made him hesitate the most was about Matt. Listening carefully as the orderly commented about how he knew their names. To Nate it wasn't strange, but he'd been in and out of places where that sort of thing was mandatory for staff. Under your wing? He'd dropped his head momentarily and then looked up while listening. That is until he commented on how the both of them were 'brave.' He looked away, inadvertently looking at Jake as he used to with Matt.
Noticing his fumble again, Nate glanced the other direction towards the wall. He could feel the tears well up behind his lids again. Forcing a smile again and wiping at his face in an attempt to stop himself. "It's easier to show complete strangers emotion than someone you know well..." Which in some cases for him was true. Nate absolutely knew that people he knew well would worry a bout him if he let them know. He wasn't as concerned with people he didn't know because there was no underlying attachment to them yet.
Nate's smile faltered, and he swallowed a lump in his throat that was crawling back up. He just shook his head for a moment. Trying to regain his composure once more. "M-Matt was my best friend." He cut himself off, unwilling to go further. That question was vague, he didn't need to go into detail. Surely it would be understood anyway who Matt had been. But Nate was distrusting of the orderly to an extent. If he studied files, he should've known about Matt. Or maybe that wasn't in there. Nate brought his hands up to cup his own face as he finally managed to bring his gaze back, staring at a fixed point on the floor between both Jake and the orderly.
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Post by jacob m. harris on Aug 17, 2012 20:29:54 GMT -5
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Jacob Mitchell Harris sultry and corpse-like Jake heard him ask who Matt was and he moved slightly closer, and farther from the door just in case. He didn’t want to be pulled out and away from them because he didn’t want to go back to his room. He was fine and happy sitting there now. He didn’t want some girl to touch him, let alone try dragging him away so that she didn’t get in trouble.
So this orderly read their files. He read everyone’s files to help them better. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes because he didn’t want any help. No one could help him if he didn’t want it. He was fine, there was nothing wrong with him. When he said that he was going to take them under his wing he groaned. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or bad thing, but he sure as hell could follow him into the bathroom.
Jake knew what Nate was talking about when he said that it was easier showing emotion to someone you didn’t know, because they didn’t know how you would react anyway, compared to someone who did know you. When you knew someone they knew how you acted, reacted, and even handled situations. As he explained that they were brave Jake tried not to laugh, he couldn’t do anything to help Nate because he was freaking out and it was because of him. But on top of that, Jake wasn’t going to leave him alone because he’s not heartless. He didn’t want Nate to be laying on the ground for hours and hours crying because of him.
“I’m not brave. I’m just not heartless” he said quietly before hugging his knees closer to himself and leaning his chin on them. He wasn’t looking at either of them, he was looking more towards the floor directly in front of him, than at anything in particular.
Word count: about 325 Tag: nathan w. smith and kiptyn s. holt
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