Post by EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE on Mar 3, 2013 19:11:23 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/emeri-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] If Emeri would have known just how nice Decklyn was, she might have tried talking to him before. If she could trust herself enough to have another friend, she would have picked Decklyn. She thought it was a shame that today would probably be the only day they ever spoke and conversed truly, but that was the way it had to be. Emeri didn’t like tying herself to a lot of people. She didn’t trust them for one, and she didn’t think that they would stick with her throughout a long period of time. People always left her. The only steady relationships she had right now were with the hospital, magic, her mother, and Chandler. And she hadn’t even seen Chandler in a while. Four things though in someone life was almost pathetic. Emeri thought sometimes that she should make more friends, but then she remembered all of the bad people in the world and decided that it was better to go at it alone. Decklyn would have been a nice friend though. Emeri had never heard someone say that they liked that she didn’t take anyone’s crap, but the small smile that flashed across her face was a result of that. It didn’t really make much sense why someone would like the fact that she almost didn’t like people. The reason she didn’t take their crap was because they were idiots. She might take one’s bologna if they were a little smarter, like a few of the doctors, but for the most part all of the people that she worked with were morons unless they were her patients in comas or if they were kids. The nurses were especially bad because they always found things to gossip about and spread nasty rumors that were sent all over the hospital. Emeri had been a part of one rumor in her entire time at the hospital as far as she knew, and when she found out about it, she figured out who started it and put a little drop of poison in her morning brew of coffee and warned her to never do it again or next time she wouldn’t have just boils covering her skin. Since then she was too afraid to say anything but good things about Emeri. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. If she had the ability to blush she might right now. Emeri had never been complimented before and she was fairly certain that was what he had done—twice now. She shrugged slightly and nodded. “I didn’t know people appreciated anything at all until I started working at the hospital.” Her life had always been a mess. The only thing that had brought her life up was when she found nursing as one of the things she did best. When she first started she had never heard the words ‘thank you’ before in her life. The first time she heard it was when she was an intern at the hospital and an old woman with a broken hip came in. Emeri was being watched over by a supervisor as she changed her IV and gave the woman some morphine. The woman had grabbed her arm to stop her and she looked at Emeri with the biggest brown eyes she’d ever seen. The old woman looked at her and said, ”Thank you, sweet girl.” and Emeri felt something inside, something she had never felt before. She didn’t know what it was, but she wanted to cry. Emeri touched the woman’s hand on her arm and simply nodded before the effects of the morphine began making the woman close her eyes and enter a painless sleep. She told her supervisor she had to go to the bathroom and went into an empty one to cry a little. Emeri didn’t put her hopes up too high because she didn’t want to feel disappointed in herself. She had had enough disappointment for a lifetime and now she set her goals logically and realistically. If she thought even for a second tat she could end up on a cover of a magazine she might actually do that, but even with magic she couldn’t see herself being that good. She was just…well that’s exactly it, she was just. Nothing was spectacular about her. When Decklyn called her darling, she looked up at him oddly for a split second. She had never had names other than bitch and Emeri thrown at her and it felt weird. She felt something in her stomach. Because she’d never felt it before she didn’t know that it was what people called butterflies in your stomach. She smiled though because it was nice. Emeri looked down at the bench so he couldn’t see that it remained for a while before she finally composed herself again. When Emeri's panic attack came to an end, she looked into Decklyn’s calming eyes. She had to keep reminding herself that her mother was all right. She wasn’t dead; she was just passed out now. She took a few more deep breaths and nodded. Going for a walk around the zoo might be exactly what she needed. With her face now dry and her heart rate back to normal she could breathe easier and would be able to pretend that this never happened…eventually. “I’ve never been to the petting zoo,” she said inviting the idea. “Who’s Joey?” she asked as she stood. Emeri wiped off her pants and looked up at Decklyn as he stood. Her head spun a little. After almost hyperventilating it was common to get dizzy but she didn’t think she’d stumble as much as she did. She reached out and took ahold of Decklyn’s arm to steady herself. “Sorry,” she said and blinked a few times. She felt herself leaning onto him more and more but if she didn’t she would have fallen over backwards. When she could finally see clearly without the world spinning around her like she was on a roller coaster, she let go of him. |
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