Chemo & Comedy

Zachariah Ward Mr. Silver Linings

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Afraid of the Shadows | Piper && Zac

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  Her eyes traced over every single inch of the room. Taking it all. Trying to set it right in her mind that nothing was different. Though going through withdraw did crazy stuff to your mind and senses. To be truthful, Piper could actually tell what the shape of her own hand was. With her vision impaired it only heightened the terror she felt inside of her room. As she glanced up at the ceiling it looked as almost as if it were about to coming crashing down. To here it seemed like it was gradually pushing it’s was closing to the floor. Tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut. Almost to the point of tears which began to well up beneath her lids. Upon opening them once more she finally saw what was real. The ceiling hung in it’s normal position. With that being more clear it only created more room for everything else. The darkness that was cast over her room like a blanket was the most difficult of all. Even when seen with healthy eyes shadows came alive. Especially out of the corner of your eyes.

Hearing the footsteps from the hall drawing in she couldn’t help but think it was a nurse or a doctor coming to investigate. They know! they know I’m out of my bed. That I’m sick. They are going to find out. Her thoughts were loud within. A pounding started in her chest. Throbbing rapidly. She could hear it in her ears. The distant sound of marching. It began to match up to the footsteps she heard just beyond the door. Placing her hands over her ears and closing her eyes once more. This time even tighter than before, or so it felt. Her fingers cupped the side of her head. Dark hair falling forward as she tried to drowned out drumming. The next thing she knew something was touching her arms. Instantly her body tensed. All she could think about was how much she wanted to yell his name. To call him to her rescue. Dreading opening her eyes in fear she would see a white lab coat draped in front of her. Just then a voice was soft yet manageable through her grip. It seemed so far but then jolted back again. As if she were coming out of a coma. Almost disembodied. Like it was coming from inside of her own mind. Gradually she unclenched one eye. Letting it part ever so slightly. It was blurry and hard to make out who was before her. His voice continued to resonate louder. Something like she was coming to the surface of the water and everything was becoming more clear. After a few seconds her eyes adjusted and she could see his face starting to come together. “Zac…?” she started, “Zac!” Her hands falling from the sides of her head to his arms. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part just wanted to latch on to him and never left go. So she did both. 

Flinging forward she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breathing never settled. Still staggered along with her pounding heart. As the tears began to fall down her cheeks it left small stains on his tshirt. Eventually forming a damp puddle on his shoulder.

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There was so much pain in the world and this house, this place that never quite felt like it belonged on this plane of existence, seemed to often feel as though it were the epicenter of it all. Zachariah couldn't save anyone, he couldn't even save himself but that didn't keep him from trying especially when it came to the ones he loved. Piper didn't deserve this place, she deserved a caring center for recovery not a virtual torture playground for the sadistic medical staff falsely parading as wanting to help -- they had fooled him and his father when he was first admitted here and now this place was going to be his tomb, he just knew it. Cradling her against the wavering strength of his chest, his own heart hammering against his ribs almost painfully as his heart ached for her. "Easy, I'm right here... I've got you..." Murmuring through the unwelcoming darkness of her room. This darkness wasn't like the halls they had been sneaking through the other night laced with speckled stained glass shadows kissed with rain, this darkness was suffocating.

The warmth of her breath and her tears against the fabric of his shirt reminded him that she was still with him, she was still alive even though she might not have wanted it at the time. When she rushed him he toppled onto the floor with his back now pressed against the wall and her practically in his lap. An arm draped around her lithe waist and his other hand streaming through her dark tresses. He just wanted to hold her, he just wanted to absorb her pain into himself so that she wouldn't have to carry it anymore but all he could do was wish for all of that while he held her.

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      ( Toffee hues hypnotized in a haze raked over the inches of the hospital. The air a toxic fume to the medium as she felt the presence of death stain the pale walls. )

                  ❝ This place is a [ BIG ] bowl of n o p e. ❞

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"Yeah, that tends to be the general consensus." The chemical-laced youth chimed in his usual sunshine and silver linings manner.

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Afraid of the Shadows | Piper && Zac

Long was a drastic understatement to describe the night Piper had experience. Though to some the night was still currently ongoing. It was in the wee hours of the morning. Rough around three o’clock. At least it was the last time the brunette’s eyes had caught a glimpse. Her time for slumber consisted of the exact opposite. Ever since she was admitted into the hospital she was supposed to be under going detox from all of the harmful things that had been over taking her body. Though she was determined to avoid the enviable by finding just about everything she could to prevent her high from dying out. That was until she couldn’t find anything that lasted past a few hours. So every night was the same thing. Chills, sweats, hallucinations. The works. However tonight, in particular, was worse. Normally Piper could tell the difference between what was and wasn’t actually there but as she sat in the corner of the room she couldn’t decipher anything.

Back pressed up against the cool wall, Piper’s legs were pulled up to her chest. Her decision to sit in the corner was brought of by the thought that something was under her bed. The fear took over her mind until finally she just had to jump off. She figured if she put herself in the darkest part of the room the rest would seem more lit so she would be able to see everything. Fighting sleep to stay awake only made the situation worse. Laying her head against the wall she closed her eyes to try and stable herself. Her breathing was heavy and staggered. Inside she was burning up but to the touch she was colder than ice. Sounds continued to seep through the walls and under the door into the room which made Piper’s dark orbs flutter back open. A ringing developed in her inner ear. Echos vibrating all around. Something that sounded footsteps resonated from beyond the door and down the hall. Fear and trepidation boiled in Piper. The thought that something was coming, as going to get her, terrified her. But was there anything even there? She couldn’t tell.

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The only thing that separated this place from a prison was the fact that there were no guards on constant duty to ensure that the patients remained in their rooms after lights out was called which had been hours ago. Come on, being a teenager was all about overstepping boundaries and disobeying authority -- rules were made to be broken, he heard that in a Spice Girls song once upon a time when he had been just a normal kid in a normal school being subjected to the bopper British pop sensation of a classmate. He remembered her, Susan Barnes, she always wore different colored ribbons in her obscenely red hair and she gave him a massively huge card when his mother died. He remembered everyone, perhaps it was just having a good memory or perhaps it had something or everything to do with the fact that he was dying of the very same disease that was slowly eating him into nothingness and had taken his sunshine of a mother away from him and his dutiful father he knew was just trying to be strong but, like Zach, was angry jagged painful pieces inside.

The rule he was breaking tonight was the one he always broke, staying in his room after the nurses performed their rounds which meant he had at least an hour before they did them again. His veins burned from the most recent bout of chemo therapy -- God, why did they call it that? Therapy. It wasn't soothing in the slightest and he sure as hell didn't feel better after it. Instead he padded bare feet down the hall wearing his simple dark blue pajama bottoms and a white tshirt and his hair tussled from his attempts to fall asleep by rolling around among the sterile sheets for a bit. If he got caught not only out of bed but in the room of a female patient he would have gotten in trouble but, really, who was going to scold the dying kid? Sneaking into her room he saw all the lights were out which was to be expected given the ungodly hour it was but the moonlight pooling through the window offered enough for him to see that she wasn't in bed. Frowning a bit he wondered if she had gone out somewhere without him but they did almost everything together. "Pepper...?" Whispering through the crushing darkness of the room. Catching a glimpse of a figure in the corner of the room curled in on itself he paused and his black-rimmed glasses slipped farther down the bridge of his nose a bit. This place and the assortment of medications he was on had a tendency to play tricks on the mind but he knew that figure anywhere. "Aw, Pipes..." The tones fell to mournful as he crouched in front of her and soothingly rubbed her upper arms. "Hey, c'mere... please..." He just wanted to hold her, he just wanted to somehow make everything better, save her because he couldn't save himself.

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A faint groan escaped from the sickly youth's chest and he appeared paler than was to be expected from someone constantly stuck indoors. "Chemo and caffeine is not a good mix, duly noted..." The groaned was paired with the words to no one in particular. Nudging the coffee mug across the kitchen counter he was sitting at as if it were some great evil he wanted to distance himself from. Hell, what sort of teenager was he if he couldn't function on caffeine and sunshine alone?!

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  Her eyes shifted back and forth between his. Trying to get a read on just exactly how much he impact effected him. Though when it came to Zachariah she could never really be sure about anything because it wasn’t exactly easy. He was sometimes so vague about things. His way with words were different than most. He never really flat out said what he meant and if he did, it wasn’t to just anyone. At least not that she was aware of. His defense was all anyone was used to. Only a select few seemed to go deeper. Piper was one of them. Just like he knew things about her that she never dared to tell another soul in fear of being ridiculed. With Zac it was never like that. They were completely themselves when they were together. Ever since she had found herself in this place Zac was there to make it all better. He filled that void that she had been dying to fill for the longest time. He brought something back that she had lost a long time ago; a sense of happiness. Only with him did she experience it. However when she was alone her world almost seemed to stop which sounds pathetic. But around him she lit up like nothing else. She didn’t have to think about anything else because she never had time. He was her distraction. She loved it. More importantly she also felt that love for him. Which ultimately scared the hell out of her.

"Oh shut up." she said, shake her heard. Typical Zac. A pretty girl, huh? Always such a smart ass but his comedic timing was something she admired so much about him. She couldn’t help but smile as he inched nearer to her face; grazing his nose against hers. Slowly she closed her eyes. Piper could feel his breath as he spoke and she coolness of his skin from the rain. He was so close. "Good." Her response was slightly hesitant and breathy. A lump grew in her throat as it dried out. Cheeks slowly flushing a light shade of red. Piper had never endured anything close to how he made her feel. He could put her through the ringer of emotions and she wouldn’t care. She was perfectly fine sitting there in silence if he wanted to. Just to be near him was fine enough for her. When she opened her eyes she started sitting up slowly next to him, removing herself from hovering over top of him. "Do you want to try and walk again? Maybe this time we can get further than ten feet without slipping."

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"Make me." Shooting her a wink as he playfully bucked just once against her before she crawled off him and he was left staring up at the ceiling. Real fucking smooth, Ward. Rolling his eyes at his own ridiculousness before she clambered to his wet feet and braced a hand against the wall. The chemicals coursing through his body paired with the sickness that was eating away at him he rarely ever felt very good. Stumbling to the ground hadn't just been clumsiness but the constant dizziness he often suffered from. He never let anyone see just how sick he really was, perhaps it was stubbornness or perhaps it was bravery he never bothered to figure it out.

Using the wall for balance as he followed along with her through the darkened house turned hospital. Shuffling along with his feet feeling heavy and he gathered up his courage to stop her by slipping up behind her and slinking his arms around her lithe waist so that her back was pressed against his chest. He was shivering but he was uncertain as to why -- the sickness or the cold or even the closeness of her. Being near her, feeling her heartbeat and listening to her breathing reminded him that he was still alive and that she was one of his reasons for being so. Planting a kiss into her dark, wet hair as he lightly squeezed her and murmured in a voice just barely above a whisper. "You know you mean the world to me, right?" He usually didn't get sentimental, he relied on humor and sarcasm to get him through but sometimes he wasn't sure how long he had left and he didn't want to have any regrets or unspoken words when he did finally reach the end of the proverbial line.

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  The storm that bellowed outside made the large house-like hospital seem even more ominous then it was any other normal night. As the thunder clapped loudly and the lightening shattered across the sky it lit up even the darkest of corners. In all honesty, Piper was actually sincerely afraid of thunderstorms. Ever since she was a small child the effects of the gloomy weather always terrified her to the point where in the middle of the night she would be running to her brothers room, only because he was right across the hall, for comfort. That then grew into Wyatt always going to her room whenever he heard the slight rumble of an oncoming storm. As she grew older the fear never exactly dissipated. One of her worser memories was when she was living on the streets and the city had a tropical storm approaching. It was the loudest and bright storm she had ever experienced. Though at that very moment, in the darkness of the hallway she was okay. For once she was okay. She was with him and somehow he chased away her fears better than anyone ever could. Including her brother; and that was saying something.

The booming sound rang in Piper’s ears as the two drenched residents tried to make their way around. Her hand tighten it’s grip around Zac’s as she lead her further into the house. Though hard wooden floors never really took well to large amounts of water. Water in which they were both fully saturated with and were slowly releasing with ever step. Shoes squeaked and breath was lost as the two came crashing down to the floor in their own puddle of rainwater. Piper knew that he had taken the tumblr worse than she had simply for the fact that she was atop him and he was on the floor. In a quick reaction she placed her hands on either side of him, pushing herself up just slightly above him, resting on her arms. “Oh my god, are you okay?” Silly question. Of course he wasn’t okay. Not only did he collide with one of the hardest surfaces in the hospital but he was also accompanied by added weight of herself.

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Collected moisture and collected warmth was now focused between them but he suddenly didn't seem to mind the pain that raced up and down his spine from the impact with the floor. Instead he found himself lost in her impossibly dark yet hauntingly beautiful eyes, there was something very damaged about Piper but her damage seemed to pair well with his own. Arching himself up a bit, wincing at the pulses of dull agony gathering at certain parts of his weakened form. Leaning on his elbows and bending at his knees which were on either side of her. Offering a mocking thumbs up from one hand. "Oh yeah, never been better. Pretty girl on top of me, head's a little clouded, dark and stormy night." A sheepish smile gracing his handsome features dancing with shadows pooling in from the stained glass window that cast colors across the hall they found themselves in.

Leaning forward he brushed the tip of his nose against hers before he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm fine." Answering her without his usual sarcasm. Another reason he liked, no, loved Piper so much was that she never treated him like he was made of glass or looked at him with pity like so many others did. He was the walking dead, he knew that but that didn't mean people had to constantly treat him that way. He was still alive for the time being and while he was confined to this hospital he was going to live as much as he could before he didn't have that luxury anymore. Of course he didn't believe in things like ghosts, he wasn't even sure he believed in a place after this world but the comfort was only that the pain would one day stop and maybe, just maybe, he would see his mother again. Until then he had to fight not only for himself but for the people who would mourn him when he was gone.

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  "Hey, I rather you get the blunt of the blow. You’ve got the get out of jail free card. All I’ve got are a bunch of checks against my behavioral record." Pulling her hand away from his jacket she felt the sudden sensation of his touch as they collided with her hips. Sturdy as they held her up from collapsing to the mushy lawn below. When he nudge her in the direction of the door she wanted to hesitate and hold back. That all changed when he grabbed her hand like before, yet different. This time their fingers hand intertwined. Interlocking. His grip on her felt comforting. Almost as if indicating she wouldn’t be alone upon reentering. That was perhaps why she continued towards the building. All because he was there. Right by her side. Though when it came time, what would she do without him? 

As he stumbled just past the threshold of the door she couldn’t help but laugh with him as he regained his balance. Covering her mouth with her free hand to try and hide the noise, which didn’t do much good, and holding on tightly to his hand with the other to somewhat help him. Which also didn’t do a slight bit of good.  ”No, no. Shh. We’ve gotta be quiet otherwise we are so screwed.” she whispered through her laughter. The room and the staircase were dark aside from a dim light which resinated from the top of the stairs on the second floor. She prayed she didn’t see another light flood into murkiness. 

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There was something welcoming about Piper, something that he felt no one else bothered to see but him. To others she was just this poor broken girl like so many wayward souls waiting for their end in this damnable place but to him she was a beacon he was drawn to from the moment he met her. The poor boy, he was lost the very first time she smiled at him and even more when she found something charming about his shield of sarcasm and terribly dark sense of humor. She liked him and he clung to that, to someone who would not only mourn him or even miss him when he was gone but truly remember him for who he was rather than what had snuffed him out from this world plagued with so much forgetfulness. He was one life, one moment in her life but he hoped that he was one of her favorites.

Rather than wandering back upstairs where their rooms were he remained on the lower level of the hospital with her. Stealing down a hall as the symphony of the storm allowed them some sense of security that no one would hear their footfalls. A flash of lightening paired with the rumble of thunder rattling the windows around them had him remaining just a bit closer to her as if he could protect her not from the storm but something else unseen. Slipping due to the puddles they were creating he ending up not being able to catch himself as quickly as he stumbled forward and into her. Managing to catch himself before he crushed the poor girl but she ended up falling atop him instead. Wincing and whispering int he darkness. "Fucking hell, Pepper..." Groaning a bit with a chuckle. "Come on, clumsy dying guy and you're..." Actually, no, stay right there... His mind and his words trailing into nothingness as he stared up at her -- he caught himself doing that a lot; staring at her.

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  By that time, her eyes had come to a close as she spun around in the wet grass. Letting the rain run down her face and arms while continuing their finally fall to the ground below. Pools started to gather in the palms of her hands. At that very moment nothing else matter to her. Just her, Zac, and the rain. It was perfect. The prefect end to a horrible day. Piper came to a slippery stop. Shoes sliding apart due to the current saturated state of the ground. Arm jerking to maintain her balance, she glance at Zachariah. “Oh crap.” she started, as she noticed his clothing before looking down at her own. “I’m not so bad off, I might survive the journey back in, but you are beyond soaked! At least I’ll get a kick out of them scolding you.” Piper hummed playfully. Closing the distance between them she tugged on his hoodie. Water gushed from the heaviness of the fabric and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Wet hair falling down into her face, acting like a suction cup sticking to her cheek. Piper shook her head trying to brush it away. “We’re in so much trouble.” However she couldn’t have cared less. It was beyond worth it. Any time she spent with him was. He was the only person who could turn this place into something that was somewhat likable. No longer did she remember the bad. All that surrounded her was a colorful world that he helped her create. When they were apart everything seemed to go back to the dull grey in which she had endured for so long before him. With her head still spinning Piper looked towards the door. “I don’t want to go back inside, though. At least not yet.” Dreading the moment she would have to step back inside those walls. 

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Zachariah believed that life was all about what a person left behind once they were gone and while his life may not be very long in the aspect of things that didn't mean he couldn't leave an impact on it. Sure, he couldn't somehow undo the ugliness, the pain and all of the turmoil and heartache that painted these walls but he could be the sliver of something even slightly better in it all where he could manage it. With Piper's smile warming his heart and her chosen tones inspiring a chuckle to escape from his chest. "Oh, real fuckin' nice there, sweetheart. Laugh at my pain." He mocked and feigned his hurt as a playful pout stole across his lips and his dripping features. Allowing her to tug him along towards the house turned hospital by the soaked fabric of his red hoodie. Hands settling on her small hips for the sake of balance and to guide her so that she didn't fall backwards.

A light nudge inspired her to turn so that he could guide her forward back to the porch with his other hand slipping into hers and lacing wet digits. It was late, the lights were all off except for a few speckled further into the house since it was long past curfew. A squeak and a slip against the hardwood floor of the entrance hall nearly brought him tumbling down but he caught himself and stifled a bit of laughter from pooling through the shadows. Moonlight still stealing through the stained glass windows and bringing eerie colors across their rain-glistening features.

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  "A new everything? That’ll be a little hard, but I’ll try my best." Meiko nodded, her expression going soft. She was always too nosy for her own her own good, and so many questions started running through her head. She didn’t give in, she only pinched her lips together and leaned against the wall. "I’m.." she let out a small sigh, sinking onto the floor next to him. "I work here. Kind of. Volunteering."

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"Whoa, wait... You're in here willingly?" Shaking his head as a frown pervaded across his features for a handful of moments. "Rough trade." Coughing a bit again but he muffled the sounds into the sleeve of his arm and wiped a bit of blood on the back of his hand. Tonight wasn't a good night for him but he soldiered through it like he always did and took the bad nights with the good even though the former were becoming more common than the latter. "Most people here are lost causes, just puttin' that out there... Sort of sucks the air outta your lungs and the sunshine outta your Lucky Charms if you know what I'm sayin'." Sheepishly smiling once more. "Good on ya for wanting to volunteer though, really."

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  In the second it took for her to take him up on his slightly wet gesture she was in the rain. It patted and seeped down into her clothing and began to dampen her hair. Not that she took any mind to it. She spun underneath his arm before hovering over the ground in his arms. He always knew how to transport her away from this place. How to make all the dreariness disappear. Even if it was only for a moment. “Yeah, well, so do the bad ones.” Piper widened her eyes and flashed him a ‘matter of fact’ expression. Eyebrows raised and all. Though if the story involved him he was right, it would be a great one. No matter what it contained. 

The rain was calming. Surrounding them though her attention was still locked on Zac. Watching as his gazed turned up towards the cascading sky. The water trickled down his cheeks to his neck and vanishing into his shirt just underneath his jacket. Piper couldn’t help but look above them as well. With the moon hanging low in the sky it was a sight to see. Releasing his hand and taking a few steps backward; she began to slowly turn on the balls of her feet with her arms extended outward. Gaining speed slightly was she turned around. “I remember my mom would get so mad when I would play in the rain when I was little. She’d always complain about the mud I would track in and how I was going to catch a cold. I don’t think I ever did.”

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The terminal youth found his caramel hues fixed on the girl twirling about in the rain as if for these stolen moments she didn't have a single care in the world. There was no dead brother, no dying best friend, no forced treatments and medications poured into the system that made it difficult at times to tell what was a dream, a nightmare or the reality that combined them both. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he breathed out a small sigh just at the sight of her -- she was beautiful in ways that went beyond what was outwardly obvious. Piper made Zachariah feel like a better man, made him feel like he was alive which was something he flocked to like the very air he breathed.

A hand brushing back the wet hood of his soaked sweater as the cloth hung heavily on him along with his plain black shirt which stuck to his lithe frame and the darkness of his sopping jeans down to his squishy Chucks. "That's probably about the same thing the nurses are gonna say to me when they figure out where I've gone." Shrugging his shoulders as he took a step closer to her and her hypnotizing twirling. He wasn't quite sure if it was impending sickness, the medications coursing through his body or just her that was making his head feel so light but he liked it. They could run away from this place, if only for tonight as long as she was by his side he didn't care. Two patients escape from local murder spot turned hospital -- wouldn't the media just practically swoon over the headlines?

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  Her eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk pulled at her lips. “Uh, yeah. Like the raccoon from Pocahontas.” She chuckled lightly, looking to her feet as he coughed, noticing the red spotted fabric in his hands. “You alright? You need me to get you anything?” she asked, smiling again and nodding her head a few times. “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you too.” she tucked her hair behind her ear, fiddling her fingers as they reached back into her pocket. “You mind if I call you Zach? Or would you completely hate me for calling you that?”

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"Yeah, I'm jus' peachy." A light, raspy chuckle escaping from him due to his throat being ravaged from the coughing. "You could get me a new... uh, everything." Zachariah always seemed to have a pretty sarcastically amused outlook on his very short life littered with medications and painful treatments but at least he was still alive. "Hate isn't really in my vocabulary and most people call me that anyway. So, what're you in for?" As if this were a prison rather than a hospital.

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  "Everyone needs that one thing to help them get by, especially in a place like this." her voice was soft and humble as she spoke, her hands tucked and hidden in her pockets. "Fairy tales are the worst, my mom use to tell me the one about the one girl who fell in a hole. That was the only one I could ever really sit through." she watched him, her small smile not fading as she listened. "Meiko." a pale hand moved from her pocket and extended down to Zachariah, offering to either help him up, or just shake hands.

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"Meiko?" The terminal youth quipped as his brows quirked momentarily. "Like the raccoon from Pocahontas?" A light chuckle escaping from his chest along with a bit of a wheeze which made him cough a bit into a waiting kerchief in one of his hands. Speckles of blood gathering against it before he tucked it back into his pocket and shook his other hand up at her. "Nah, I'm not feelin' too hot so I think I'm just gonna chill here for a bit." A warm, crooked smile flashing across his features as he tilted his head back against the wall. "It's nice to meet you though, awesome name."

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Colorblind | Zachariah & Piper

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  It had been one of those days. The kind where everything seems to move in slow motion. Like molasses but slower. If that was even possible. Also just like other days the routine was the same. Wake up in the most uncomfortable bed which made you feel like you had been sleeping on nails and shards of glass through out the night. Then only to proceed with a less than nutritious breakfast. Which was normally powdered eggs and stale bread made into toast without the option of butter. After that it was either time for treatment or a therapy session. Neither were in the least bit interesting. Though one was much easier than the other. Later lunch would be served. Then when all was said an done there was the chance of free time until that third meal time, dinner, rolled around which was also the time that medication would be passed out to all whom needed it. So it was safe to assume that life at L.A. Regional wasn’t exactly hard to predict. 

When all the humdrum of the morning was over and it was time for each resident to go about their normal happenings, Piper found herself stepping outside of one of the treatment rooms after her daily visit to her appointed therapist. Today’s discussion had been like every other before it. “She didn’t need help and she was only here to please her parents.” To be utterly honest she didn’t understand why she was still being forced into seeing a shrink. All of her mark up had to be the exact same from week to week. What was the point? Piper hadn’t the slightest clue. A slow exhale escaped her lips as she door shut heavily behind her send a burst of air towards the back of her neck. What to do now? As she stood out in the hall she could lightly hear the pitter patter of the rain that was still carrying on outside. It was a dreary day, like all days, but rain seemed to make it a little more bleak. Or at least it did before she has moved into the hospital. Now to was an escape. An excuse to go outside just to watch the cooler drops collide with the warm pavement.

Piper descended down the large staircase which, in turn, placed her near the front entrance. Oh to be outside and to feel the air was incredible. Being cooped up in a stuff old house made you start to appreciate being able to go outside. Just as quickly as she stepped out onto the porch she knew she wasn’t alone. Though the company in which she newly acquired wasn’t at all bad. A smirk grew visible on Piper face as he called her his little pet name, Pepper. “Figures I would find you out here.” Piper replied as she took ahold of his hand. Squeezing it slightly.

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Zachariah was beginning to wonder where he began and the machines ended, what was really him and what was the chemicals being pumped relentlessly into his body in order to keep him from falling apart, to keep him alive. The seizures, the constant sickness, the feeling like you're... dying. He was and he was very aware that he was but shockingly enough he wasn't crushed under the weight of depression and his own mortality like many patients with this debilitating disease that slowly ate a person into nothingness. Zac wasn't nothing, he was still something even if to most here he was just another sob story.

The moment the warmth of her hand fell into his own he tugged her off the porch and into the rain with him. Piper and Zachariah were like each other's lifeline in a place filled with so much sickness and sadness. Playfully twirling her before dipping her in the strength of his arms. "Come on, Pipes, the best stories always start with it bein' a dark and stormy night." A haphazard smile spreading across his features before he brought her back up and allowed the warmth of the nightly storm pouring down on them to play against the slivers of moonlight. Tilting his head up to admire how it made it look like the stars were falling around them and couldn't help but think that this very moment with her would be something he would remember in some of the darker times in his life.

[ohletsbefreaky]

  Meiko had been roaming the halls of the hospital, getting familiar with the place so she’d have less of a chance of getting lost for the millionth time. Her eyes scanned every inch of the place she passed, her feet stopping at the sight of a boy in the hallway. She jumped slightly, a small smile crossing her lips as the book he was reading captured her attention. “Edgar Allan Poe.” she whispered, jumping even more as the boy looked right at her. “Oh - nothing, that’s.. just a really good choice of reads.” the small girl said, nodding her head in agreement with herself. 

[terminally-comedic]

"Seems kinda ironic I would be readin' this in a place like..." Motioning around as if that alone would finish his sentence. A sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips before fading just as quickly. "I used to have my dad read me stories by him every night before bed. Fairy tales were always too predictable, you know, I liked the mystery of this stuff. I read it sometimes to remind me of a time before all this." Clearing his throat a bit as if to clear the tension and the heaviness. "Name's Zachariah. Yours?"