chat log » abigail nelson
@abigailxnelson
12/15/17
07:47 PM Just text me back when you get this. And whatever you do, don’t go to the main square.
07:53 PM I’m nowhere near it right now, I’m okay, Abby. Promise. Thanks.
Don’t do anything I’d think twice about :)
12/16/17
06:02 AM Hey, just letting you know I’m fine. Didn’t even get involved in the fighting.
I hope you’re okay, Abby.
You’re probably sleeping. I’ll leave you alone.
01:32 PM It doesn’t look as bad as I expected last night. The damage. I mean, it does, but it’s not surprising? Maybe my eyes were better adjusted than I thought they were.
We have to meet up soon. Please? In the painted room you showed me, maybe? It’s still there, if you didn’t already know.
Message me back when you can, please. :)
12/20/17
08:17 AM It’s occurred to me that maybe your phone is broken or something. I mean, if something had happened to YOU, it’d have been mentioned, right? I mean, I guess no one’s noticed we’re... friends? maybe?, but still. Everyone knows about the people being punished. Why not the people who’re hurt?
08:27 AM Sky wants to visit the hospital and hand out candy or something. She says “injured people need Christmas cheer more than everyone else”.
I guess she knows better than me. Whatever. I might stop by your house after. If you’re home?
Let me know.
03:58 PM Well. I guess now I know why you aren’t answering your phone.
12/21/17
07:59 PM I can’t visit today, sorry. I don’t know if there are visiting hours, but I’ve got training. And their counselling thing, whatever that means. See you.
12/22/17
10:01 AM I’m going to visit you. Without Sky. She was in a hurry – I’m going to find out what happened to you, Abby. It didn’t look good.
04:57 PM They really should keep a better eye on their paperwork. They’re less careful than the scientists are. Or maybe it doesn’t matter who sees, I don’t know.
The paper says ‘unresponsive catatonic’. That didn’t explain the meaning. Also, I have no idea what catatonic means, so I need to find a dictionary or something.
Anyway. Notes say things like being fed and watered though an intravenous drip. Which. I know that one. The thing with the needle and the tubes and stuff. At least there’s no oxygen mask. Apparently, you’re breathing. Apparently the thing on your eyelids is to keep them closed? It’s creepy. Lots of tests and stuff were on a list there, with dates and references to what I guess are results? I’m not a doctor, I don’t understand it.
But there are admission details. Name of admitter – Doctor Reece Zavala. Cause – unknown. That doesn’t sound good. I mean, not that it ever would, considering.
I need to think. I don’t even know why I’m texting you. I just saw you, after all. Even if you didn’t talk to me.
12/24/17
03:13 PM The nurse said it’s probably a response to trauma. Something traumatic, I mean. I got her to talk to me when she came in to poke at everything that’s attached to you, the heart monitor and IV and all that.
She asked me if I knew what could’ve done that. I don’t know. The more questions she asked, the less I feel like I know. I mean, I guess we know we both like art, and you don’t seem to hate me, or anything. You showed me your painted room. That means you trust me, right? I’m not stupid for thinking that?
Anyway. Dictionary says catatonic means not moving and not responding, which, isn’t “unresponsive catatonic” sort of unnecessary, then? It’s saying the same thing twice. I guess they know what’s best though.
The nurse said there’s no reason I can’t talk to you. And I do, not that there’s much to talk about. Today I was talking about the clean up around the painted room thing. I don’t think you’ll remember later. I haven’t heard about anyone complaining about the place being painted, at least. Or heard anyone complain. That’s a good thing, right? Whatever person told you it’s okay to paint in there, clearly they were right. It’s all fine, anyway. Just a little bit dusty. Probably that’s a good thing, since that’s where I ended up the night of. Let’s not find out what my power does when a building falls on my head.
12/25/17
12:17 PM Skyler says today is Christmas, and that means everyone should be happy. Sure, Skyler. Whatever you say.
Merry Christmas, Abby.
[UNSENT] Even if I still don’t get it.
12/26/17
01:15 PM Is it stupid that I’m texting you while I’m sitting right next to you? Maybe. But I like the texting. It’s like being able to see it just makes it work better. For me. Doesn’t mean much to you, and it won’t until you wake up.
When you wake up, I have no idea how you’re going to react to me sending you a total of thirty times. Hopefully you don’t decide I’m clingy. Or you don’t think I’m stupid for being clingy. One of those.
The nurse says you aren’t asleep. That it’s not a case of waking up. But the thing is, you’re not responding, and that’s usually a sleep thing, right? So I’m thinking of it like that.
I wish you’d wake up, is what I’m saying.
07:12 AM Okay, I don’t even get Christmas. I don’t get it. Presents and Skyler being happy about someone called Santa? Okay. But this is ridiculous.
What on earth is “Kwanzaa”?
And why is my roommate so excited about it?
12/27/17
11:26 AM Sky gave me Christmas presents. Did I tell you that? I don’t think I told you, either in person or on this. She got me this five year journal – five years! In one book! – and said it should help me form new memories. And art stuff.
But the journal is new. I’ve never had a journal before. And what she said – “help you make new memories”? Does that mean she’s sick of me being vague about things? I don’t mean to be. I just really don’t remember more specific than what I tell people. I remember you and Skyler’s mom doing more mom things than I remember my own mom doing. I can’t even draw the womans face. If I can’t remember who raised me my entire life, how am I meant to be specific about everything else?
...Sorry. That’s not really important, is it? You’re still in hospital. You’re still not talking, or looking, or even moving. That’s way more important.
I think I need to go home for the day.
12/29/17
02:48 PM I swear I felt you move your hand today. I was holding your hand, talking about lizards or cacti or something (they re-opened the library and I found a book to cross-reference some sketches from) and your hand twitched!
It’s the most movement you’ve had in weeks, the nurse said. I didn’t tell her, she saw. She was messing with the IV attachment thingies again.
If she hadn’t seen it, I’d have thought I imagined it.
Wouldn’t be the first time I imagined something that never happened at all.
09:23 PM I hope this means things are going to get better.
12/31/17
01:00 PM The nurse just brought in a sandwich and sat down with me.
I mean, she brought two sandwiches. One only had vegetables and salad – she said she’s a vegetarian. That cold meat grossed her out, so she became a vegetarian. And then she gave me the other sandwich and told me to eat up. Apparently, I look too skinny.
She seems nice, I guess. I don’t know. I like you better, I think. But she noticed I wasn’t eating, and she looked at me, and she told me you wouldn’t want me to not eat on her account.
Maybe she’s right. You are way nicer to me than you need to be.
But it sort of feels like she’s humoring me, somehow. I don’t like that feeling.
01/01/18
12:00 AM Happy near year, Abby.
I hope this year you get better.
