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Asher, they said.

[ayeheathermiller-blog]

[amnesiac-ash]

"Hey... Sorry for waking you up but... Can I sleep here tonight? I had a nightmare."

[xerxei-archive-blog]

prelude || Xerxei + Asher

[xerxei-archive-blog]

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[amnesiac-ash]

Ashers breath hitched, and for a second, he regretted being angry with Xerxei. He wouldn't allow himself to feel guilty over it, though, because it would only make him feel like his friend was dying, which he would not let it happen. "Yes man, you should." He said in a softer tone. Ash had gone through a lot of terrifying experiences in life, but none of them had scared him as seeing Xerxei stumbling on the corridors, bleeding, without knowing where he was. "Look, we are almost there. See? The door of the infirmary is just a few steps away. Do not pass out on me, Xerxei, because I have no way of carrying you. Just keep walking, okay? Just a few more steps."

[amnesiac-ash]

Missing || Ash & Dallen

[dallenjp-deactivated20150625]

“Okay, here we go.” Dallen groaned and flung Asher’s arm around his shoulders and began to walk. “You’re not going to make it on your own, you can’t even stand.” He was overreacting, it was just a cat. He probably wouldn’t even love it if he would see what Dallen has been doing to it. Patches of fur that he’s ripped out, skin so tight around his ribs it was like saran wrap. He hated animals with a passion, he hated animals more than he hated humans. “Just tell me where to drop you off and you can go lose your mind there.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"...My room, I think." Asher mumbled, his cheeks burning bright red with the humiliation he was going through. Ash sniffled, trying to focus on something else, forcing himself to swallow down his tears. "Actually, can we go to the gardens?" The patient asked in a whisper, thinking that if he walked inside his room to see an empty bed, he might have a meltdown. "Yeah... The gardens would be good."

[amnesiac-ash]

No Angels || Ash & Greyfiel

[grcyfiel-blog]

He sighed, gesturing over to the bed that wasn’t his. While you’re here, you may as well pretend to be my roommate. Ray is momentarily unaccounted for, and I don’t want him getting into trouble if there’s an unexpected night check. Grey looked the other over, frowning a bit. You’re fairly thin, but if you cover yourself with the blankets, you’ll pass as him. I won’t try to kill you; that was a mistake. I’m sorry.

[amnesiac-ash]

In the least awkward way Asher could – which wasn't all that much – he moved to the bed that the other patient pointed out. He gave a tiny smile as his head hit the pillow, still slightly uncomfortable to be in someone else's bed, but also slightly pleased about the apology. No one had ever apologized for almost murdering him before, and it felt nice. "Uh... I'm Asher." He said after a moment of silence, and it took him a few seconds to raise his head after the notebook, having forgotten that the other male couldn't speak. 

[teresaxadams-blog]

“I’m not crying, I have allergies.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"Yeah, right. And I'm Santa Claus. You look a little bit old to be a patient, though... So what, now the staff is also emotionally unstable? That sounds promising."

[hnikarr-archive-blog]

bear your sins//bare your soul

[amnesiac-ash]

Asher stood there, in front of Hnikarr, mouth agape. Before he could jump and take Scabbers from the younger male, though, Parker showed up out of what seemed thin air. "Mark said he died." Ash muttered to no one in particular, eyes still glued to the cat. The boy frowned when Hnikarr asked for Xerxei to get the animal, mildly offended that he had not been asked to hold his own pet, though it sometimes felt like Xerxei owned him too. Before anyone could move, he extended his arms, pulling Scabbers from Hnikarr's grasp and huddling the poor feline close to his chest. Looking at the thing in his arms, he couldn't see any bit of the grey tabby Mark had said it was dead. 

Feeling too emotionally void to actually have a fit over whatever had happened to it, the young man bent his head down in silence, nuzzling his nose between Scabbers' ears. Without paying attention to anyone else around him, he turned around, walking inside the room before sitting on his bed, resting the cat on his lap. 

[xxedie]

“Normal to you is American. Normal to me is proper English,” the nurse shrugged, tapping a mindless rhythm on the desk before her as she only half listened to Asher’s ramblings. “Bad anxiety attack. Can’t see any trembling, or hyperventilating. I may be lazy, but I’m not a fucking idiot, Ash,” Samantha stated with a knowing smile. She leaned back into her seat, Doc Martens coming up to rest on the tabletop. “Three fags, how’s that?”

[amnesiac-ash]

"You British people, barge into our country thinking you know better." Asher scoffed. The patient bent over the desk, giving the nurse a wide smile. "I can hide my anxiety attacks pretty well. C'mon Sam, you can up that number a little bit, right?" Ash winked. "You know you are my favorite nurse."

[arensons]

“I don’t like the word insane but I believe I am, but your therapist is the most important person in the process.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"Why don't you like that word? Isn't that why we are here? I wanted to ask you about a patient. Leah Allard. I haven't seen her in a while, and was wondering if you remember if you signed her leave or something?"

[xxedie]

“Fags. Roll-ups. Straights. Ciggies, mate, ciggies.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"Wait what? Are you offering me cigarettes? Why don't you say cigarette like a normal person? I will take upon your offer, though. Can you like, gimme one per pill? Because I take one Xanax, and one Zoloft. The doctor said I could take more than one Xanax, though, when I am having a bad anxiety attack. Which I am, by the way. And also I used to take Esgic for the headaches, and my temples hurt pretty bad right now."

[arensons]

“I think that now is a good time to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Cressida, Head Therapist here at Eichen House.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"Asher. Are you the one that signs our leaves when we are no longer insane?"

[saudiacarrigan]

“You gonna keep staring, or are you actually going to say something?”

[amnesiac-ash]

"...I'm supposed to take my meds now, and I'm looking for the nurse that usually gives them to me."

[xxedie]

“Listen, mate, I’ll give you three fags if you take your pills. Sound like a deal to you?”

[amnesiac-ash]

"I don't think you are supposed to use that word. And why the hell are you offering me people?"

[jaeger-stark-deactivated2015081]

“Names and details are worth something to me.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"Dark haired male, a doctor."

[the-michael-moran-blog]

Michael nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back in a moment,” he replied before going and grabbing a fresh bandage along with an antiseptic to give it a quick clean. “Do you want to sit down to make it a little easier?” He asked as he walked back over to him. 

[amnesiac-ash]

"Uhm, okay." Asher nodded, taking a seat before taking off his shirt, knowing it would make it easier for the doctor. "It is...Uh... Healing well, right? I mean, do you think it will leave a scar?" The young man asked, not comfortable with having an actual human bite marked on his body forever.

[jaeger-stark-deactivated2015081]

“I can’t make any promises. But if it’s worth something to me, I’ll make it worth something to you.”

[amnesiac-ash]

"What if I say that I have been offered illicit drugs by your staff? Is that worth something to you?"

[xerxei-archive-blog]

prelude || Xerxei + Asher

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[amnesiac-ash]

"It is not a matter of you allowing me or not." Asher opened a tiny smile. "Are you sure you don't recognize it? The infirmary is just right down the hall. C'mon Xer, lets just keep walking a little bit more." The boy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I go out to find a wheelchair and then what? I come back to your lifeless body in the middle of the hallway? Fucking no. The infirmary is just a few steps away. Don't be a pussy, we are almost there."

[hnikarr-archive-blog]

bear your sins//bare your soul

for amnesiac-ash, xerxei, and parkerlylemontgomery

When he’d spotted a cat by the staff room, Hnikarr had panicked. Not just an oh god, it’s a cat sort of panic, but a full-on sweaty-palmed, shallow-breathing sort of panic. It was Scabbers - it was fate. The sort of fate that ended in death, not the kind that had a happy ending. Despite his reservations, the boy picked up the cat and stuffed him into his jacket, only glad now that he’d lost as much weight as he had - the feline was barely obvious, or so he hoped. Then again, it did help that poor Scabbers had dropped several pounds, and that he didn’t seem quite as hairy as before, although he really felt sorry for the creature. He made his way through the halls as quickly as he could, only stopping in front of the door to Asher’s room. The seventeen-year-old gave a shaky sigh before knocking, letting Scabbers’ head poke out from his jacket as he did so. Hopefully, Asher would at least talk to him, so he could give him the cat, and maybe try to apologize.

[amnesiac-ash]

Asher was bored. Lying on the floor with his feet up on Xerxei's bed, the young man played with the box of matches he managed to snag from Sylvie, at first throwing the small box from one hand to another, only to soon start striking the matches, watching the flame burn and die down before tossing the used match in Xerxei's direction. It was only after the third match that he realized that it was probably a stupid decision to be wasting away the material that would clearly became useful in the future. 

Ash sighed, hurling the box back to his bed, only for it to fall a couple of inches before hitting the aimed target, laying useless on the ground. When the knock on the door echoed through the silent room, Asher sat up straight, clumsily pulling his legs back to the ground, looking from the door to Xerxei, and then back to the door again. When the other male made no move that indicated that he was going to answer it, the brunette got up with a heavy and exaggerated huff, opening the door harshly. "What– Hnikarr?!" His voice came out in a higher pitch than he would consider dignified, surprised to see his ex boyfriend on the other side. Before Asher could decide on how he was going to react to the unexpected visit, his eyes fell on the grey head coming out from the teenager's jacket. "Scabby. What? When– How?!"