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Rare Circumstances || Holden&Carson

Holden sat up in his bed, running his fingers up and down his bandages. His wounds hadn't quite healed yet, and he still felt slightly hazy from the loss blood, but he doubted that they would let him out of the hospital wing even if he was feeling perfectly well. As far as they knew, he'd never tried anything like this before. It seemed to be so dramatic for them that they insisted on changed his Psychologist. Not that he minded, his previous one having more psychological issues than most of the Holden's fellow patients. He couldn't help but give into his boredom. He had used up all of his origami paper and the night shift nurses refused to give him anymore, persistent that he should rest. He didn't really see how a rest would help him at this point, not in the hospital wing, anyway. He looked around at the few dozen of origami figures scattered around his bed and shifted his legs so some of them fell to the ground. He found it entertain that no matter how many times he knocked them down the nurses still eventually came along and picked them up. Two or three had even taken some of them, he really found that funny. It wasn't like he was a memorable patient, or one that all the staff adored. Quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed that everyone liked you if you tried to take you own life, his mother had proved that.

One of the older nurses slowly shuffled into the ward, making her way up to Holden's bed. He frowned slightly, looking at her questioningly. "I know you should be resting, but you can't seem to sleep and you have a visitor," she said in a hushed voice, a soft smile planted on her face. Holden raised an eyebrow and shrugged, turning back to his bandages. After that she shuffled off again. It almost seemed like she couldn't lift up her feet properly, so she just dragged them quickly across the floor. She was one of the rare nurses that were kind and gentle no matter what kind of diagnosis you had. That might have sounded real swell to other people, but to Holden it sounded like pure ignorance.