ext_141411 ([identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2005-09-20 09:05 am
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In Room 212:

Marty lays curled up in bed. His bloodshot eyes are wide open.

Grocer's song is still running through his mind.

He hasn't slept since detention.
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Worried about Marty when she realizes she hasn't seen or heard from him since Saturday morning, Angela raps lightly on his door.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty opens the door and sees Angela standing there. He blinks a couple of times just to make sure she doesn't fade away.

"Hi."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela can tell he's not in great shape. His eyes are red and he hasn't shaved in a few days, and he stands there grippping the doorframe as though he expects it to shimmer away.

"Hi. I just haven't seen you since Saturday. Is everything ... okay?," she says, pretty certain it isn't.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty rubs his eyes and then shakes his head. He tries to attempt a complete sentence.

"Detention... worse than I thought. Dream..."

Marty trails off and shakes his head again.

"What day is it?"
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tuesday," Angela says simply. "Should I go get Dr. House for you or something?"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Three days?

Marty slumps into a chair.

"Haven't been able to sleep. Kept having nightmares." he mumbles.
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela kneels at his side and awkwardly feels his forehead. No fever, and she isn't even sure why she did it.

"What kind of nightmares?" she asks.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty flinches just a bit at her touch, like he was surprised it was real.

He gently touches her cheek.

"You... You got hurt. I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela reaches up to take his hand.

"I'm here. I'm fine. It was just a bad dream."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty holds on to Angela's hand tightly.

"I'm so sorry. I should have told you."

Marty rubs his eyes with his free hand.

"I should have answered your question about the other night."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a second for Angela to process what he's saying through her worry.

"Which question? It can't be important right now." She's looking for the school phone directory. "I should, I should call Dream, even if you don't need the Clinic."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty gives her a serious look that somehow cuts through his delirium.

"It is important. It's why I-"

Marty blinks hard.

"It's about you."

Marty holds onto Angela's arm.

"River got in my head and saw what brought me here. I did a crappy thing to someone I cared about. Since then I've done crappier things. Much crappier. River told me about *her* and I couldn't take it."

Marty giggles.

"I went nuts."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela's heart is thudding through her chest, but she's trying hard to stay calm, to smile even.

"You know -- I talked to River, Saturday. She told me some of what happened, and some of what she ... saw." And it was really scary, she thinks but does not say. "Couldn't you, I don't know, make it right? Call Debbie and let her know where you are? I've hurt people I loved, too, and it was always better when we talked about it."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Noooo," moaned Marty. He tries to shake his head but it just rolls around like a bobble head doll.

"Listen.... Then there was a tree."

Marty gives Angela a look of bewilderment.

"Who gets attacked by a tree? Then there was a croquet mallet... and River in my head again and I just had to get out... so I went to find you. At the record store."

Marty looks at the hand that is grabbing Angela's arm and realizes he's holding it too tightly. He loosens his grip and gently holds her arm.

"I went looking for you. Do you understand? Not Debbie. I don't know why I couldn't tell you that Saturday."

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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-20 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
His hand burnsher , and Angela pulls her arm away, trying to make sense of this. "A tree? Marty, I -- you can't get attacked by a tree."

And teachers don't have squid monsters as pets, she thinks.

"Why were you looking for me? When you saw me you ran away. You can't - we can't - I can't-" Angela's voice breaks off, and she sees how terribly confused Marty is.

Start at the beginning, she thinks, and her voice softens. "What did you do to her? Debbie."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-09-20 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Marty blinks a couple of times and hangs his head.

"I left her. On prom night, I left town and never went back. I ran away."
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