August 19th, 2011
Hospitals had never been a place of sanctuary for a girl who had visited their florescence humming halls more often than naught. Just tasting the sterilized air made her feel contaminated; flavor of the sick, the dying, the tragedy lurking in the corners of every room. Reapers were among them, just hidden from view but hovering like spirits biding their time, counting down the minutes until another life would be guided above or below.
Peaches couldn?t see them, but she knew they were here.
The ICU was a quiet place when the hours had settled to some ungodly time. Her presence was nothing more than a whimsical silhouette in the door way which housed a quilted Doppelganger; this was not Roxy. It was stitches and gauze, EKG machines that beeped in time with the reapers watches. I can hear you. Her once beautiful dark-horse was a botched copy of her former self. She was half-machine with the tubes and IV?s, painted in the beautiful peacock colors of bruises which freckled like leopard spots on her ghost-pale skin.
Peaches couldn?t hear them, but she knew they were here.
"Hey, Rox?.", the first words of a lonely soul were uttered so quietly yet it still echoed in the dim lit room. Stepping forward, finding some kind of courage to face off with a broken shell, a porcelain doll who had been dropped too many times. Regardless of the ugliness that crippled her second-half, Peaches looked at her with warm eyes. Blotted and hazed with the obvious statement that the news had forced her into survival mode, packing her gut full of illegal substances that would help navigate her to this place.
Peaches couldn?t smell them, but she knew they were here.
"I brought you something." Handful of blonde hair was palmed away from her face, unashamed to show the comatose Roxy the building of glass in her eyes. The slow drop of diamond tears that were wiped away with a smooth brush of her fingers. "I figured I could play nurse, yea?? These silly ***** here probably don?t know ****." Tone waxed and waned between forced silliness and traumatized disbelief. A small box was taken from the belly of her purse; Hello Kitty printed across it and the famous logo of band-aids spouted in red. It was placed on the small table near the bed so when she would wake up (and she would, she had to) they would be there.
Peaches couldn?t touch them, but she knew they were here.
"An? people wonder why I don?t drive. Perfect proof, right here. End up worse than you, yea?? Like that time you tried to teach me how to skateboard? I took one step on that bloody thing an? fell flat on my face. Right there, in the street." Fingers reached, unable to keep herself from preening at the black hair that was draped across Roxy?s brow. Sutures or not, her face was too pristine to hide behind anything. "Had a good laugh at that, yea??"
"Probably couldn?t hear it, but everyone was here. Earlier. I would have been here, too, but I had some business. You know how it is." A slight pause, her lips pursing. She was tip-toeing between reality and a dreamscape. Too surreal, to be present near the side of her yin-yang who wasn?t breathing on her own. Incubated, left to wither away beneath the twitching night lights. A deep breath was taken in and a repeat performance given when she wiped some tears away. "But I?m here now, right? An? I?m not going anywhere, okay?"
She was slow to notice a small scrape across Roxy?s knuckles, something that hadn?t been smothered in the mummification of bandages wrapped around her limbs. Peaches spoke in the light-hearted murmur she was known for, the pretty indication of her being in denial over the situation, but she was positive Roxy would hear her. ?You know, you can?t leave me, yea?? Tommy is gone.? The box of band aids was opened and a single one was taken out. ?Judas left me.? Carrying on a one-sided conversation while carefully ripping open the single band-aid. It was crafted across Roxy?s knuckle, gently easing it over the minor flesh wound. ?So, if you leave ?? Trailing off.
She thought of their times together. Times apart. Times spent in this very hospital with a select few of the same faces that had shown up today. She laughed, inwardly, at their constant dramatics. At their girlish behaviors buried beneath all the tough-as-nails persona they fed the world. How they had once been the lifeline to the underground, and now they had grown into their skin. Finally. Yet some things never changed, and she was grateful that she at least had a constant in the roller coaster of her life. In a circus that you had to perform in every day, it was a breath of fresh air to come home and resume how you were before the make-up and costumes.
A chair was pulled up closer to the bed. A new throne for the fairy princess to curl up in, wilting her limbs to settle in what could be considered a comfortable position. ?Lucky I didn?t come earlier, since Baxter was here. When are you going to tell that bastard to sod off, eh? And Tomas was here, too. I knew you didn?t take him off your emergency contacts, you lying ****.? Lulling a smothered laugh that was stifled by her finger tips. It was hard to pretend at this moment, yet she persevered. Queen of playing make-believe. ?You know, I like Johnny. I think he?s good for you. I don?t think I?ve ever really liked anyone as much as him. Tomas was good, yea?? For a bit ? but I think things between you and Johnny could really work. And, no, you can?t just go off and get a ******* certificate of marriage. You have to have a wedding, and I must be your maid of honor.? Already planning for a future, one that had been so close to being taken from the tenuous wraith now anchored in this hospital.
Peaches allowed some silence to pass. A moment where she tried to collect some sober thoughts in a ****** up mind.
"Don?t leave me, Roxy. Please.?
She remained there; a fae-blooded warden that took up arms to help keep the reapers at bay.