A certain blonde haired young man was rolled into a hospital room on a rolling bed. He was being covered b the thin, white sheets and he had a sling and cast around his left arm ; his right leg was leveraged up by a sling as well and just like his arm, it too was in a sling. The teen was unconscious and surprisingly held onto a large yellow stuffed duck that was ridiculously cute. The boy himself looked too fragile to somehow get himself into this sort of position. And oddly enough, he looked very familiar to almost anyone. After all, he was one of the seven members of STARISH and most would recognize him as the tall, tender blonde with the very handsome, throaty voice. His brilliant jade eyes were hidden by lightly tanned eyelids. What could have happened to him?
Ever since he awakened from his coma, Aine had came to despise the hospital. A boring blank-white building inside and out, it bitterly reminded him of his amnesia. Sadly though, weekly hospital check-ups were part of his contract for some reason. Today would be the first check-up he had, since returning to the Master course a few days ago.
The tealette sighed heavily after one of his doctors left him alone in the check-up room to find him a stronger prescription of sleep medicine. That was useless to him.
He told his doctors about his recurring problems of insomnia. Even though Aine knew that telling them would be of no help, he couldn’t take any more sleepless nights. He also wanted to be considerate to his roommates too; not wanting them to change their accommodations if they found about his sleep problem.
Aine pressed his thumbs against his forehead and rubbed it to ease his frustration. Maybe a trip to the bathroom would relieve him.
After taking care of his business, he washed his hands and noticed in the mirror how unsightly he looked. Dark circles outlined his eyes and his face looked terribly hollow and thin. He washed his face to look presentable.
Striding out of the bathroom, he returned to where his check-up room was and walked in. However, there he did not find his doctor; instead, he found another patient lying in bed, unconscious. The unknown, blonde man had a sling around his leg and another sling on his arm. He looked to be in terrible condition.
Oops. I walked into the wrong room.
Aine was about to walk out, until he spotted something yellow peeking out from the covers. Curiously, he quietly walked to the side of the patient’s bed, and uncovered the large, stuffed duck plushie.
“Oh!” It blankly looked at Aine with a ridiculous, yet adorable expression. It was the cutest thing he had ever encountered.
For a moment, his brain had a jolt, and he distinctly remembered the face of a baby duckling.
He held the baby yellow duckling in his palms, and searched for its mother all over. It chirped pitifully, so little, so lost. Not able to find its family, Aine decided he would take care of it.
Aine’s heart broke when he tried to remember what had happened to the duckling.
It had died for unknown reasons, but he remembered carrying its cold, limp tiny body back to the place he had found it and buried it.
A tear fell down his cheek in memory for the fallen duckling.
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Posted 8 years ago on April 28, 2013 with 33 notes.