Leaving an impression [open]

[Sinclair]

{Yess, an introductory post! It sounds like fun <3 If you can't think of a way to come into this post, I really won't be too alarmed, I just thought it'd be cute <3 Or, really, I just kind of thought it'd be something cool for Chesh to be in the habit of doing.}

Old people were a mystery, even to Chesh. And yet he was headed in the direction of one, anyway. But he wasn't thinking that as he walked through the hospital. He was thinking about the flowers in his hand, and about the people he greeted as he walked down the hall, and about the situation and appearance of those he encountered. Each had a story, each a personality that Chesh was infinitely curious about.

The hospital was a place Chesh had spent most of his life in. Be it because he was truly ill or because his father was a doctor here while his mother ran the reception counter, Chesh basically grew up in the building. It was a nice place to be when he wasn't home, because there was never a shortage of people to meet or things to do. And if he didn't go to the hospital with his parents, he would be stuck a fair distance away in a country area of farms rather than in the town. But he could walk from his home to the town if the urge struck him. It was a far walk and took a lot of time, but he could do it.

Chesh knew where his mother was, she'd printed off the paper he clutched in his hand, but he wasn't sure where to find his father at that precise moment. Fortunately, he didn't want to. He was a boy on a mission, with his backpack full of candy bars and stuffed animals while several flowers were clutched in his left hand, a piece of paper in his right. Though he was sixteen years old, he still took the time to visit the lonely patients and brightening their day. In fact, they'd come to expect him, most of them.

Chesh inhaled, then entered room twenty with a smile on his lips. This was an elderly person, and he wasn't sure what to expect of her. It was always a little daunting to walk in on them. Were they going to yell? Were they going to insult him? Or would they be friendly? He never really knew.

"Good morning, ma'am,"Chesh greeted warmly, approaching her bed before offering her a flower. She smiled, telling him it was sweet of him to bring her a flower. Chesh was definitely relieved by that reaction, so he allowed a casual conversation to ensue- asking her all about her life and what made her happy as well as telling her that his name was Chesh, and that his father was a doctor at the hospital. Their conversation ended with Chesh saying he hoped she'd have a good day and that he had to check on the person in the next room. She smiled and asked him to come back and see her again, which he agreed to. It seemed her stay would be a fairly lengthy one.

Chesh left the room, quite satisfied. He moved on to the next room on his list- two doors down, room twenty-two. It sounded quiet, so he went inside only to find that there was already someone visiting the patient. Oops. Chesh glanced down at his handful of flowers, mentally counting them, before smiling. He had enough to part with one to the random visitor.

"Please excuse my interruption, but I have a flower to help brighten your day,"Chesh offered cheerfully, waiting for some reaction before he'd hand out the flowers.

{If the patient is a boy, he doesn't get a flower XD But if the visitor is a girl, she can have a flower. If the visitor is a boy, then I must edit my post so they can have candy bars *nods* }

[Coldfire]

It had been a long night. When every bone in her body had been broken, every organ damaged in some way, and her skull undoubtedly crushed, getting hit by a bus was not quite as painful as she'd imagined it. It did, however, take quite a while to heal. Now, this was considered a miraculous recovery to everyone else in the hospital. It had been only three days, and already the x-rays had shown it was fine to take the casts off. Her body still ached, but she wasn't exactly convinced it was from the bus. She'd known it to come from the resurrection a few times.

She had been silently playing with the corners of the blanket, not hungry enough to touch the jello(which was disgusting, if her last time here was any indication), and not thirsty enough to reach for the water. It had been a sleepless night, but she wasn't tired either. She didn't have to sleep, and half the time she simply couldn't even if she wanted to. You couldn't quite call it a life. Then, the lady who had been driving the bus, and who had been visiting every day out of sheer guilt, had come in.

Mykka wasn't mean enough to push her away, but she found it pointless to reassure her it hadn't been her fault. It wouldn't matter in the end; There was no heaven and no hell, not like she clearly believed in, if the cross around her neck was any indication. The lady, who she had learned was Marina("Just call me Mary"), had gotten into the habit of simply talking abut just anything with Mykka. That was one thing the girl in the hospital bed did have; A trustworthy face. She was used to complete strangers simply starting conversation with her. Not that she answered back these days, but Mary seemed to need that.

The older lady had just been quietly fretting over the fact that she was likely going to get evicted soon, since her husband had died and the funeral had taken most of the spare money she had, even with donations from friends and family. Mykka had silently reached out a hand and put it on top of her's in a comforting gesture when the boy had walked in. When he offered her a flower, Mykka was pretty sure Mary was on the verge of tears. She took it gratefully, then murmured something about needing to get to work and quickly hurried out.

For a moment, Mykka simply watched after her. It wasn't difficult to make up her mind about what to do. Having living for so long, she had plenty of money, and it wasn't like she cared to use it for herself. As soon as she could get back to her little apartment, she'd do a little research, figure out where to send a check to. No one deserved to be homeless.

Only then did she turn her attention to the boy that had entered, silent as always. She didn't say hello; It had become a rather pointless gesture over the years. She did offer a small smile, though. She had found that, while simpler, were much less common and were much more appreciated than a greeting by most.

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