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Simon Greene

The ambulance traveled at was considered a dangerous speed, but the boy lying on the stretcher had no idea what was going on around him. He had no point in worrying as there was nothing that could make him worry. He didn't know what happened or why he was suddenly feeling like he was stuck in the mud. All he knew was that he liked this feeling of being free. At some points the noise did fluctuate, but then all was quiet again. Simon was confused, but he didn't mind. It was a nice kind of confusion.

There was very little that could disturb the boy. His slumber was deep, and his wounds many. His body was starting to shut down to protect itself and there was very little anybody could do.

Jemma McLaughlin

Jemma followed in her truck, the speedometer just on the speed limit. Her mind was racing in various directions, but her main focus was to make sure that Simon was okay. Hopefully by now Hayden had gotten her message and was already there. She also knew that these injuries weren't to be taken lightly, but she wanted to kill Simon for riding without his helmet. Didn't he know what could happen. Well, he did now. It was about a 25 minute drive from the College to the Hospital, but it felt like so much longer. Jemma knew that she would need to call Callum to tell hum where she was.

Once she entered the town she slowed down, and allowed the ambulance to drive it's course. She had no idea what was going in that vehicle and she wanted to be a fly on the wall. The paramedics didn't look to hopeful earlier. Simon looked so fragile after they had put various braces on and strapped him to the gurney. The hospital building entered her view, and she turned into the visitor parking. She ran from the truck, slamming the door shut, and kept running to the Emergency room. She was just in time to see them take Simon through and he didn't look good. Hurry Hayden. He needs you, she muttered underneath her breath when she didn't see him there. Plucking her phone from her pocket she found Callum's number and dialed. She swore silently when he didn't answer either. Hey babe. Listen I'm at the hospital. Friends been in an accident.I'm okay, she said.

Knowing that she couldn't do anything, Jemma sat down in the hard uncomfortable seats that all hospitals seemed to have. Every second felt like an eternity and she wished that she didn't have to be the one that had to discover Simon.

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I‘M MORE THAN READY TO SEE IT GONE

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Hayden had been working all day, up to his elbows in grease constantly. There had been a minor crash so he'd been working on two cars today and it had taken ages. Thankfully it was done now. Scrubbing his hands clean, he heard his phone beeping from his locker. Tilting his head curiously, he dried his hands and walked to the metal confinement where he kept his belongings while he worked. Opening it up, he picked out his phone and jacket, before closing it and pulling the jacket over his overalls, and leaving the locker room. Seeing that there was a new voice mail, he frowned. It was from Jemma McLaughlin. Although he knew the girl, he didn't know her well. He wondered what was so urgent for her to have to leave a message. Calling up the answer phone, he began the painfully slow process of trying to receive the message. He waved good bye to the receptionist and the other mechanics in the shop as he left, finally the message starting. When it did, he froze. The phone almost slipped from his hand, but thankfully stayed in his grasp. Simon was going to hospital? His oracles became frantic, mentally cursing himself for not driving to work today, and picked up into a jog which quickly developed to a sprint. All the time, possible situations how it had happened ran in his head. He couldn't really come up with a sensible one, his imagination was running wild.

His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran toward the hospital. It was now in sight, and the uneasy feeling was slowly tightening around his stomach. He flew into the entrance of the emergency room. His face paled at the sight of people, scanning the room for someone he would recognize. Spotting Jemma, he practically dove toward her, questions bubbling at his lips. "Where is he? How'd it happen? Is he okay?" he shouted, his oracles pleading with her to answer with useful information. He looked around and saw no nurses nor doctors around, and the receptionist was busy with another patient. Jemma was his only hope. Clutching her arm for more of a comfort than anything, he turned his oracles back to her. The worry was evident on his handsome, usually relaxed face. He so hoped he would be taken to Simon's side soon, or he'd go insane.

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TAG ! Onzy
OUTFIT ! Coming
WORDS! 398
LYRICS ! Takin Off This Pain - Ashton Shepherd
NOTES ! Utter garbage o.O

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[Onzy]

Jemma sat and watched the few staff with worry. She had seen a doctor go in a few moments ago, but no news yet. Her only relief was seeing Hayden come through the doors. His face was filled with angst and Jemma felt so sorry for him. She couldn't imagine going through this with Callum. She knew that her family had after the accident. The same one that took the life of her mother. Jemma wondered what took Hayden so long, but that wasn't important now.

"They're with him now. There's been no news yet, but he looked bad. He was riding without a helmet. The horse most likely bucked and Simon was grounded head first. I only got to him later. I'm sorry Hayden, but it doesn't look hopeful."

Her voice was soft and filled with compassion. In a way she knew what he was going through, and it wasn't something would wish on anybody. She sat quietly, being a silent support. Hayden needed to process what she just said. She knew that he would worry himself to death. Jemma didn't know what else she should say, so she didn't say anything.

Jemma returned her gaze to the staff. A nurse bustled out of the room, but shook her head. So there would be no news yet. Why were they taking so long? Jemma wondered what had caused the horse's reaction. He didn't seem like the highstrung type. Unless...

"Unless there was something that spooked him," she whispered.

OOC: I typed on my phone. True story.

[Onzy]

Lestat sat in the office. His first few days in the hospital were uneventful, but knowing that an equine college was close made him certain that something was bound to happen sometime. The music of Tchaikovsky played in the office space. His cellphone was quiet, the office phone was quiet, heck, even his beeper was silent. Lestat was reading Charles Dickens' 'Tale of Two Cities' and by this stage in time was thoroughly bored. He often muttered to himself in French, and doing this around people often unnerved them. He was thankful that he had an Irish accent, no matter how French he was. He wasn't on trauma duty, so his clothing choice was suited to the consultation room. His beeper went off at that time. There was an emergency and they needed him. Grabbing his white coat, he made his way to the emergency room. The waiting room was empty, save for a young girl and a panicked male. Once in the ER he saw a youngish looking boy that seemed to have taken a pretty nasty fall. Once he was in, the nurses closed the curtains around them and he proceeded to work.

The one paramedic briefly explained what had happened and Lestat nodded as he finished. Sometimes he wondered what got into these riders heads. Didn't they know not to ride without their helmets? They boy had been moved from the gurney and Lestat gave him a once over before proceeding to check everything else. The boy, a Simon Greene, was pretty roughed up. Listening to the boys breathing, Lestat worried over the labor intensive sound. The boy's bruised chest made Lestat think of a few fractured ribs. He also had a sprained ankle and few cuts that would require stitches. There was also a concussion.

The sound from the lungs were worrying to Lestat and he knew that it was a punctured lung. Quick as a flash he inserted a chest tube and made sure that everything sounded as it should. Every sprain was strapped and every stitch was in. Lestat did a reflex test to see if there was any response from the boy. There was none, and Lestat sighed. As they moved the boy to his room, Lestat went back out to the waiting room.

He removed the slightly bloody gloves and disposed of them. Once he confirmed that two students were in fact for this Simon, Lestat went over to them. Lestat looked like he had just aged 10 years. His Irish vocals were soft, but matter-of-fact. Dr. de Lioncourt. Pleased to meet you. Mr.Greene is still unconscious, but by looks of it is in a coma. He has a punctured lung and few fractured ribs as well has stitches in various places, and a sprained ankle. He'll live, but needs time to recover. He is in a private room on the second floor. With a nod he left the two, and went back to his office.

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Hayden listened to what Jemma had to say, his face flashing with distaste when she said there wasn`t much hope. Biting his lip, he didn't want to offend her. He wasn't like that. He guessed that he'd gained this attitude of defense from spending too much time with Jay. Hayden straightened up at that though. He wished Jay was here now. Although the brothers couldn't be more different, Jay was someone whom Hayden could always rely on. Well now at least. Shaking his head violently, he focused back on his company. She was now gazing at the staff, which encouraged Hayden to follow suit. They sat in silence for a while, before she spoke again. It didn't seem to be intended for Hayden's ears, but he turned at looked at her questioningly. About to open his mouth, he was stopped by a Doctor striding toward him. Hayden immediately forgot what he was going to say and turned to face the man, before rethinking and standing up, just before he got to them. His features were tense as he listened to the doctor. As soon as the man had spoken his name, Hayden had forgotten it. The only information he was searching for was where Simon was. When he had it, he raced off. No word was spoken, just the sound of his feet squeaking against the freshly polished floor. Taking the stairs two at a time, he skid around the corner into the hallway of private rooms. Most of the doors were ajar, and Hayden slowed a little to peer into each one, trying to see where Simon was.

He found the room, it was one of the end ones. Standing rock still outside the door, he couldn't make himself go inside. All the machines he was attached to made Hayden shake violently. He hated seeing Simon like this, and now knew how his brother had felt when Spencer had been in the same situation. Pushing the door open a little, he leaned against the door frame awkwardly. He looked down at himself. He was still dressed in his overalls and covered in oil and grease. Sighing, his eyes went back to Simon. An iron hand seemed to be clasping around his heart, he knew a panic attack would be coming on if he didn't sooth himself quickly. Entering the room finally, placing himself down on the chair beside Simon's bed, he gasped painfully. Placing his head between his legs, his chest began to sooth slowly. Eventually the tightness began to ease and he straightened up. He realized he hadn't even bothered to check where Jemma was, but it wasn't the first thing on his mind. He was sure she would understand. His oracles fell back upon Simon, and he winced again when he took in all the tubes and beeping machines. Reaching out, he ran his finger in a gentle caress over the back of his hand. He was scared to do anything more, afraid that he may cause some pain.

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TAG ! Onzy
OUTFIT ! Coming
WORDS! 503
LYRICS ! Takin Off This Pain - Ashton Shepherd
NOTES ! Meh, better than the last one.

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[Onzy]

Simon Greene

Simon knew that something was wrong. He was stuck in a muck that refused to let him go. He heard the anxious voices, but there was one that he knew for so long. One that would actually have forced him out of his slumber. Hayden... The name sounded like honey, sweet and moving. He knew that he needed to find Hayden, but right now he went now where but the recesses of his mind. No memories of his past came to him. There was nothing. It was all white. White and thick. Immovable. There seemed to be two paths. One towards the voices and the other to a place that exuded peace.
He wanted to move, reach out to Hayden, to his only love. The one that was always there for him. He felt the soft touch, and all he wanted to was move, respond. Everything was a blur to him. He had no recollection of time or place.

Jemma McLaughlin

Jemma knew that Hayden perked when she mumbled to herself. She just shook her head. The doctor came and Jemma just allowed the words to pass over her. She didn't want to hear it. Hayden went off as soon as the doctor spoke. Jemma allowed him to go spend time alone with Simon. Rather she went to the caf and bought two coffees. Jemma then proceeded up to the room. The machines seemed to familiar, too similar. Hayden, I'm sorry about what I said. I've coffee if you want, she said, and put it on the table.

Simon looked unlike himself and she wanted to escape. Leaving the room she went to the waiting room and sat down there. Her heart ached for Hayden, she somewhat knowing to the scenario. Her thoughts wondered back to the accident. Vic wasn't the type to just go buck off his rider wildly, and it baffled her to why he did so with Simon.

[Onzy]

Connor was like a bear with a thorn stuck in its paw. There could be no mistaking in the way he actually cared about his brother, and he would even put his career on the circuit on hold for a while. Getting off the plane, he and Sarah-Jane had gotten into a car come directly to the hospital. The whole twin telepathy thing did actually work. Connor had actually stopped breathing round about the time Simon had his accident. Connor by now was a nervous wreck. The hospital had called his dad, and Connor was on the first flight he could organise.
Naturally, Missy was there as well. She loved Simon like a sister, but Connor was the one she loved. She also knew that Simon was gay, but was still to meet his boyfriend. Connor didn't talk much about Hayden, and she soon guessed that it was a sore point in the twins relationship. Simon however, couldn't shut up about Hayden, and drove his brother to near insanity at times. Being with Connor was easy. He was her best friend, and was a calm soul with anger issues.

Connor laced his fingers through Missy's and she gave him that warm smile that he loved so much. The hospital soon came into view, and she felt the angst from Connor. When the cab stopped, Connor paid the man, and half ran into the entrance of the building. Thankfully their first stop had indeed been the College, and they had no luggage with them. Simon Greene please, Connor said with his Irish vocals.
Second floor, third last door on the right. It is opposite the nurses station.
Connor nodded, and even though he wasn't running, his nervousness came through in other forms. The running of his hand through his hair the whole time, checking the time on his phone etc. By the time they reached the room, Connor looked frazzled beyond recognition.

Missy allowed herself to open the door, and dragged in the one she loved. There were two figures by the bedside of a Simon who didn't exactly look like Simon. One female and one male. On first guess she knew that the male was Hayden as Connor's face soured slightly. The other she wasn't quite sure of. Connor soon answered her silent question. Hayden. Jemma. he said of their names in turn, with a small nod. This is Sarah-Jane, my girlfriend. Missy, this is Hayden, Simon's boyfriend and Jemma, a friend of ours.
Hi, Missy greeted them with a small smile. The party was soon broken up when a nurse came in and started shooing people. Only two visitors at a time. Doctor's orders.

Jemma got up to leave and Missy did as well. The scene left behind would most likely resemble a war zone when Connor got out of there.

Connor seated himself in the vacant chair, and looked as he was about to speak, but closed his mouth suddenly. A flash of pain crossed his face, and internally he was berating himself at leaving Simon alone. These sort of things always happened when the two were separated, except last time it had taken seven years to figure it out. How is he doing? Connor asked quietly, a hint of sadness in his voice as well as a slight edge. Just because he accepted Hayden as part of the family, didn't mean that he had to like the guy.

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His fingers continued to trace gently over the back of Simon's hand, only pausing briefly when Jemma entered the room. "Hey, don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be appoligizing. What can I say, spending the summer with my brother meant that I picked up on a few of his habits." he chuckled, but then stopped it. It felt wrong to be laughing right now. "Thanks for the coffee." he said, taking the cup from the side table. Sipping it, he pulled a face. Hospital coffee was always awful. Jemma had since left, leaving Hayden to think to himself. But, he couldn't collect individual thoughts, they were all a jumble. Placing the coffee cup down again, he ran his fingers over the back of Simon's hand once more. He wondered if it was more soothing to himself more than Simon. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on either knee. Content to stay like that, he felt better about being at the hospital when he couldn't see all the intimidating machinery.

He was ripped from his trance by the sound of footsteps approaching the room. The door creaked and an unfamiliar female appeared in the door way. Hayden tilted his cranium in confusion, before he caught sight of the male behind the girl. Hayden's face immediately soured when he saw it was Connor. Although the pair had learnt to tolerate one another, Connor wasn't the top of Hayden's friend list. He forced a slight smile upon his face as the introductions were made, and apparently the girl was Missy. He'd heard quite a lot about her, and knew that Simon was very fond of her. He was about to rise and shake her hand warmly, before a nurse bustled in and ushered both Missy and Jemma out. At the thought of being left alone with Connor, Hayden's eyes flashed with panic. Turning away as quickly as he could, his eyes focused back upon Simon, and didn't stray once.

His metaphorical hackles rose when Connor spoke, and Hayden had to almost physically stop himself from shrugging. He knew Connor cared for his brother, and they would have to put their differences aside. At least until Simon was better anyway. "Doctor said he has a punctured lung, sprained ankle and a few fractured ribs. Also got a load of stitches." he forced in a strained voice. His words didn't come out as well formed as they usually did, but his mind was way to muddled to form proper sentences. His oracles were still on Simon, he hadn't looked at Connor since he entered the room. Again, Hayden wished Jay was here. Jay would bring the moral support that Hayden needed. Connor had Missy. Jemma was just a friend, Hayden didn't know her well enough to use as proper support. Hayden's free hand hovered over the pocket in his overalls, debating whether to text Jay or not. Deciding against it, he wouldn't want to burden Jay with the same problems he had suffered a few years ago. Sighing deeply, he leaned against the back of his chair. "Are you sticking around once he's better?" Hayden asked Connor finally, unable to keep the resentment slipping into his vocals. Still, he did not look at the other boy, but there was obvious signs that his features had soured.

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OUTFIT ! Coming
WORDS! 559
LYRICS ! Takin Off This Pain - Ashton Shepherd
NOTES ! Quite like it.

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Connor couldn't bear to look at his brother. He was afraid of the emotions that would be seen in his face. He was afraid that he would start crying if he saw the still face. For years he had thought his brother dead, or at least close to it, and in a matter of a few hours it could become a reality. All he could do was nod when Hayden answered him. With his accent, Hayden would be able to hear weakness, and Connor wanted to stay strong for Simon. A flood of memories crowded his mind. Some of them were happy, others not, and others made Connor feel completely ashamed. He knew that of he made an effort to like Hayden in the beginning the two might actually have been friends, but it was too late for regrets.

Connor could hear the strain in Hayden's voice. Something similar would most likely pop up in Connor's. Then Hayden asked the question that Connor was asking himself the most since getting on the plane. Would he stay? The choice had been tough. Study at Corpus, ride the circuit or join his brother. In the end he chose his brother, but Hayden needed to hear that. I am. I can't feel his pain long distance anymore. I endured it for seven years while his step-father beat him up and then this accident. What I am glad about however is that this time he has you, and that you are here for him. Connor spoke the words quietly, his Irish vocals straining.

For what seemed like the first time, he spoke his true emotions to Hayden. He really didn't know what to expect as an answer, but at this moment it didn't matter. Simon is what mattered, and right now, Connor only wanted his brother to wake up.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

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Without an idea of time, Simon could not know how long he was fighting. Flashes of images came to him, taunting him, threatening him and encouraging him. Two in particular were specially frightening and loving to him. One was of Hayden and the other of his step-father. Knowing that his step-father was released for good behaviour scared the living daylights out of the male. He also knew that a time would come when his step-father would come for him, and on that day, that man would possibly kill Simon. Like everything, Simon had been blamed and beaten. He still he had the scars to prove it. The courts didn’t care about mental scars as they couldn’t be seen until some sort of behavioural problem was brought forth. Physical scars on the other hand was the only proof they needed. Seeing Hayden was the only reason he fought. Fought to wake up, to reach the faint voices that he heard above him. Simon knew that when he won, Hayden would be there . Hayden most likely had never left.

Something that day changed. It felt as if he was winning, and that the battle would be ended on that day. Slowly sounds became clearer, and the blackness seemed to be fading into the distance. The mud was turning into a jelly-like liquid, easy to move through. A dull throbbing was felt from his chest, and all too suddenly he was conscious. Looking through blurry eyes, Simon tried to sit up. He hissed from the pain, but the sound was distorted. Testing his mouth, he noticed the pipe that had changed the sound. The room was dark, and a clock on the stand read just after midnight. Everything was slightly clearer, and Simon noticed the sleeping figure by his bed. Hayden. The one his heart beat faster for. The love that he felt for the male burned so deeply, he doubted that it would ever truly be extinguished. The blackness consumed him again, but not for long.

When Simon awoke again, the room was filled with sunlight. He blinked rapidly, the light burning his eyes. There was a scent of coffee, oh how he missed coffee, and he tried to fill his lungs with the sweet smell. Eyes sweeped across the room, this time to see Hayden and Jemma. Both looked like they had been hit by trucks. The door was slightly ajar, but there was a face, a face that Simon did not want to see. His eyes filled with terror, and a sadistic smile spread across that man’s face, but in a flash he was gone. He could not relax enough to stop the pain coming. His whole body throbbed, and he felt like a mummy from all the bandages and gauze. Heaven’s help him.

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Jemma knew that the lack of sleep wasn’t good for her, but since the accident two weeks ago, sleep was a rare thing. She had been worrying over Simon like any friend would, to the point where exhaustion was going to have her end up in a room next to Simon. It wasn’t as bad as Hayden though, who was taking the strain badly. Entering the hospital that morning felt different. For a Saturday morning it was pretty busy but it wasn’t that. There was something else. She walked the familiar path to the room, four cups of coffee in her hands. Jemma actually had time to stop at Milly’s and bought some decent brew. Hayden had stayed overnight, and he looked like s**t. Jemma nodded a tired hello to the male, and seated herself in the opposite chair. Connor hadn’t arrived yet, but soon will. The nurses were starting to know the four that were at Simon’s bedside, and had a difficult time in getting rid of them.

Not ten minutes went by until Simon surprised her by opening his eyes. Something told her that he was awake sometime in the night, but he did have that disorientated look in his eyes. A smile spread across her face and she was going to say something when the look of pure horror filled the boy’s eyes. It was unlike something she had seen before. Glancing towards the slightly open door, Jemma saw nothing, but the comforting was Hayden’s job. She got up and went to the nurse’s station. “He’s awake,” she told the one nurse. Jemma’s relief was echoed in the nurse’s face, and the woman made a call to Dr. de Lioncourt. Someone waking up had never felt so good.

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Connor parked the truck in the hospital parking lot. It was actually one of his dad’s business cars, but worked well for the short while until Connor could find Simon’s blasted car keys. His brother always somehow misplaced them, and when someone needed them with some urgency then they were nowhere to be found. It had been an interesting two weeks that was for sure. It wasn’t like the tolerance levels between Hayden and himself went up, some things would never change, specially between those two males. Connor waited before exiting the truck. Missy had chosen to sleep in a bit today, so he was alone, and he missed the soothing presence of his girlfriend. His feet found the familiar path to the room, and instantly he started panicking. Nurses were bustling in and out of Simon’s room, and in front of Connor was the doctor. Only two reasons would explain the hustle and bustle. Either Simon’s condition had taken a turn for the worst, or his brother had finally woken up. Jemma was standing outside, but she would give indication to the situation. She merely nodded in the direction of the room.

Peeking through the window of the room, Connor was glad to see that it was indeed the latter. A rare smile crossed his face, and he entered. Simon looked like he was in pain, but thankfully the staff had set up a morphine drip for the male. Connor looked at Hayden and nodded a look of pure relief on his face, which was also on the faces everyone present. Connor sent a quick text to Missy, and waited for the doctor to say something, anything at least.

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Lestat had just arrived at the office, and barely had time to shrug off his coat before the first call of the day came through. Simon Greene, the student who had come through about two weeks ago and had been in a coma ever since, had finally woken up. Lestat put on his white coat, hung his stethoscope around his neck and made sure that he had everything he needed with him before departing for the boy’s room. He had given the orders for a morphine drip to be set up, but not to start giving the dosage until Lestat had arrived. A small shock had been that Simon was part of a twin, but soon everyone had been known faces around the hospital. Entering the room, Lestat started checking the usual. The boy’s lung had not yet exactly healed, so would still need to receive oxygen through the pipe, but other than that, everything seemed to be healing nicely.

Lestat set up the morphine drip with a small dosage at first, but if needed he would give the order to increase the dosage. “If we could step outside please,” Lestat requested of the two males. The girl was already outside and Lestat went to go stand next to her. Once the three were gathered, Lestat began to talk. “I am happy to say that he will make a full recovery. He is still not breathing properly, but I’ll give it a few more days. I am going to give an estimate and say that Mr. Greene will be able to go home by next weekend or in the week following.”
Lestat was always glad to give good news and it gave him hope for more to come.