Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I've visited him in hospital. The friend who makes me feel rather strange for some reason.
Today he called me in the morning, I didn't hear the phone, but was glad for this - I'm trying to limit communication with him not to feel pain. But 3 calls.... I sent a message saying I didn't hear the phone. He called me back while I was photographing a cute blue-eyes kitten at the local hospital for animals. I didn't answer, then called back, but there was no answer. He also didnt appear on ICQ for some time, and I started to worry a bit, but then thought it might be the young whore who pulled him out to real life, and tried to calm myself.
In some minutes he called me back again. And said he had his nose broken. I was quite shocked because... I will tell about the reason later. He wanted me to visit him, just as a joke, but I asked where he is. He told me the name of the hospital and the number of the building. This is how I decided to miss the last lecture, and we were going to have a test there. My friends wrote it instead of me. ^^ I looked up for the address of the hospital on the net, ran out of University after the 2nd lecture and caught a taxi. I needed to be at the hospital before 18:00 as we thought they were allowed to have guests only before this time. I got there 10 minutes before that hour. Found the building, and, as we decided, called him to ask to come out as visitors were not allowed to come in. His phone was dead - he told me he didn't have the charging device and expected his parents to bring it later. So I had another problem - how to get to him, I didn't have any contact or even the number of the room.
Then I remembered what my profession is - and thought I could try to use half legal ways.
Some patient came out to smoke, and I asked him if there's a nurse anywhere. He showed me where she was, I came to her and wanted to ask, but was a bit disappointed, and at once thought of using my press card if the situation gets too bad. I know my fear of doing sth wrong has big eyes. But I asked her something about "the guy who was brought here, whose nose was broken, his name's D. *. ..." - and the nurse answered me in which room he is. Easy. I knocked on the door and came in, we talked for some minutes, and then went out as he needed to smoke. Of course, I read him a lecture about being in hospital with a broken nose and smoking. I really wish he didn't do that. As well as I'd love him to quit drinking. And then...
His influence again. I don't know why, but I cannot resist him. He is able to create an illusion of my fairytale and youth to have come back. Hugs and... he even put me on his laps. I can't stand this, and I know what meaning it has when done by people of my age... But I felt as if I were young again. As if my ugliness had gone, and I looked into his eyes, now I feel sorry for it as I guess I made him feel disgusted. I know I shouldn't even think of it, but... people might have thought I am his... never mind, I know I'm insane...
Dreams - I realised I should believe them. Some days before I had a nightmare - heard some people fighting, tried to run to them, but could not move. And the next night in a nightmare I saw this guy in hospital. I thought it is just the result of being nervous, depressed and taking sleeping pills. I was too stupid not to warn him. Anyway, nobody listens to me when I tell them I've had a bad dream about them, and that they should be careful. And when something happens... "Orchid, you were right... How did you know?" I made sure I should believe dreams after I had a nightmare about Dennis, and then he told me about his "3rd b-day".
Now I realised I had entered another person's territory. The young beauty's one. An old whore has dared... How would I feel if I could have a bf, and some ugly bitch did it with him, something I let myself do today? I didn't have the right of even touching his hand... But he has some influence, simply cannot resist. A painkilling bite?
I will disappear, as I always do with all friends who meet girlfriends. But I am always there if help is needed. I was with him today, I hope I'll come tomorrow as well. But I'll be gone after he gets better. Despite he begs me not to stop communication and to stay close friends. I will be his friend forever - yes, another bug of mine. If I once called someone a friend - it stays forever. I will be his friend. Just a dead one. Communication will be cut as soon as he's home. What, do I have too little problems to gin another one like having a feeling? No, thanks, I don't need that.
I worry about him, and hope he will feel better tomorrow. I want to visit him again just to be around. I know it is stupid, but... I wish I could relieve his pain, take a part of it on myself or something, so that it wouldn't hurt that much to him. He holds on, doesn't show anything, but I see that in his eyes.
Today he called me in the morning, I didn't hear the phone, but was glad for this - I'm trying to limit communication with him not to feel pain. But 3 calls.... I sent a message saying I didn't hear the phone. He called me back while I was photographing a cute blue-eyes kitten at the local hospital for animals. I didn't answer, then called back, but there was no answer. He also didnt appear on ICQ for some time, and I started to worry a bit, but then thought it might be the young whore who pulled him out to real life, and tried to calm myself.
In some minutes he called me back again. And said he had his nose broken. I was quite shocked because... I will tell about the reason later. He wanted me to visit him, just as a joke, but I asked where he is. He told me the name of the hospital and the number of the building. This is how I decided to miss the last lecture, and we were going to have a test there. My friends wrote it instead of me. ^^ I looked up for the address of the hospital on the net, ran out of University after the 2nd lecture and caught a taxi. I needed to be at the hospital before 18:00 as we thought they were allowed to have guests only before this time. I got there 10 minutes before that hour. Found the building, and, as we decided, called him to ask to come out as visitors were not allowed to come in. His phone was dead - he told me he didn't have the charging device and expected his parents to bring it later. So I had another problem - how to get to him, I didn't have any contact or even the number of the room.
Then I remembered what my profession is - and thought I could try to use half legal ways.
Some patient came out to smoke, and I asked him if there's a nurse anywhere. He showed me where she was, I came to her and wanted to ask, but was a bit disappointed, and at once thought of using my press card if the situation gets too bad. I know my fear of doing sth wrong has big eyes. But I asked her something about "the guy who was brought here, whose nose was broken, his name's D. *. ..." - and the nurse answered me in which room he is. Easy. I knocked on the door and came in, we talked for some minutes, and then went out as he needed to smoke. Of course, I read him a lecture about being in hospital with a broken nose and smoking. I really wish he didn't do that. As well as I'd love him to quit drinking. And then...His influence again. I don't know why, but I cannot resist him. He is able to create an illusion of my fairytale and youth to have come back. Hugs and... he even put me on his laps. I can't stand this, and I know what meaning it has when done by people of my age... But I felt as if I were young again. As if my ugliness had gone, and I looked into his eyes, now I feel sorry for it as I guess I made him feel disgusted. I know I shouldn't even think of it, but... people might have thought I am his... never mind, I know I'm insane...
Dreams - I realised I should believe them. Some days before I had a nightmare - heard some people fighting, tried to run to them, but could not move. And the next night in a nightmare I saw this guy in hospital. I thought it is just the result of being nervous, depressed and taking sleeping pills. I was too stupid not to warn him. Anyway, nobody listens to me when I tell them I've had a bad dream about them, and that they should be careful. And when something happens... "Orchid, you were right... How did you know?" I made sure I should believe dreams after I had a nightmare about Dennis, and then he told me about his "3rd b-day".
Now I realised I had entered another person's territory. The young beauty's one. An old whore has dared... How would I feel if I could have a bf, and some ugly bitch did it with him, something I let myself do today? I didn't have the right of even touching his hand... But he has some influence, simply cannot resist. A painkilling bite?
I will disappear, as I always do with all friends who meet girlfriends. But I am always there if help is needed. I was with him today, I hope I'll come tomorrow as well. But I'll be gone after he gets better. Despite he begs me not to stop communication and to stay close friends. I will be his friend forever - yes, another bug of mine. If I once called someone a friend - it stays forever. I will be his friend. Just a dead one. Communication will be cut as soon as he's home. What, do I have too little problems to gin another one like having a feeling? No, thanks, I don't need that.
I worry about him, and hope he will feel better tomorrow. I want to visit him again just to be around. I know it is stupid, but... I wish I could relieve his pain, take a part of it on myself or something, so that it wouldn't hurt that much to him. He holds on, doesn't show anything, but I see that in his eyes.