Quest 144
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It's going to be all right, isn't it? It always has before. Even with the curses and people leaving and people getting hurt and all the horror we've ever had to face here...it always turned out all right in the end, didn't it? Things get better. No matter how bad they are, they'll get better.
I still don't like this hospital, though. It's too--something. Not crisp and clean, of course, though it certainly can't be denied that everything here is crisp and clean and polished. But it's not very...comfortable, in a way? Calm? Private? There are nurses and doctors milling around, checking things, making noises, and boxes and dials and tubes all over the place, and it's almost as though they're talking in a foreign language, as much as I can understand them at times. This procedure and that treatment, this liquid or that pill...and it's all so strange, but if it's helping Sam, then that's that.
If only I had that magic fruit again...or even just a piece of it, or a bit of a branch, or anything of it. It would've made things so much faster and easier, just as it did with Daddy. But I suppose it's different in that our doctors couldn't find any way to help Daddy get well, and the doctors here seem to have plenty of ideas, if the tubes and dials are any indication. And there's magic, too, if Megumi can heal him. So he'll be fine, won't he? With all of us looking after him, he'll just have to be fine.
It was this month last year that he was turned to stone, wasn't it? And I worried myself sick then, too.
It just isn't fair. And of course it's foolish to expect that it would be, but--it's just not fair, and I hate it. Why Sam? Why this? And everyone keeps worrying about me, wanting to know if I'm all right, and it's the most ridiculous thing--Sam's the one that's hurt, not me, and who is there to look after him but me? It's not fair, that he went home to die and blew himself up and Mikaela's gone and Bumblebee is gone and so many of his friends keep leaving and now he's hurt and--
But he's going to get better. He has to. They're going to help him and he'll be back to normal in no time, and then we'll make all our plans for the holidays and it'll be lovely and soon we'll put all this behind us, just like October and just like September. Soon it'll be December and we can all forget about November, too.
It won't be long. Soon it'll all be all right, and things will get better. They'll let Sam out of the hospital and I'll put all the thoughts of that awful machine out of my head and we'll have a lovely Christmas, and we'll move on. So long as I can keep looking forward, toward the good things, I can leave the bad ones alone. It'll be fine.
And then, once Sam's well, I can focus on making sure that something like this never happens again.
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Thanksgiving really is a lovely holiday, isn't it? It's such a nice idea, I think, spending a whole day celebrating and thinking about the things we're thankful for. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how many things there are to be thankful about, especially in the face of bad things that may come our way. It's a hard thing, living here in the City with the curses and all, but there's so much to be thankful for, too. There are wonderful people and astonishing things and opportunities that we never could've had if we'd never come here, and I'm thankful for all of them.
We don't have Thanksgiving in Daventry, though I rather wish we did. It's rather like Mother's Day, I suppose--another holiday I've celebrated here in the City that I'd never heard of until I came here, and one that I really would like to take back with me when I go home. It's such a nice idea. And I'm sure my father would particularly enjoy the part about having a great big feast with the whole family, too. Especially since pie seems to be one of the most important points of the whole celebration. He's never met a pie he didn't like, but pumpkin is one of the ones that he especially likes. And it'd be marvelous if I could figure out a way to take him some of that cream that comes in the funny can, to go with it, but I don't know how easy of a task that would be.
But the part that's important is the thanks, and that's something that anyone can do, anytime and anywhere. And I am thankful, very much so, even despite some of the awful things that have happened here. I'm not sorry I came to the City, and I'm thankful that I've made so many wonderful friends here. I wouldn't have ever had the chance to meet my best friend if I hadn't been brought here, and I rather think that's enough in itself to make all the rest of it worthwhile. And I'm thankful for the things I've learned, and the opportunities I've had, and the memories I've made and shared with all of you. Even the silly lessons, like learning to ignore most anything Kanda says. That awful twit.
I'm thankful that, even while I'm missing home, I can still somehow feel that I'm at home. And I'm thankful that I have so many people I can count on, when I need them.
Blue, Miss Alice, thank you so much for having me the past few days. I really do appreciate it, and I'm sorry for the trouble I must've caused you, with the short notice and all. I won't impose any longer, and I'll find a way to make it up to you, I promise.
[OOC: And for those interested, my HMD thread is here!]
It's going to be all right, isn't it? It always has before. Even with the curses and people leaving and people getting hurt and all the horror we've ever had to face here...it always turned out all right in the end, didn't it? Things get better. No matter how bad they are, they'll get better.
I still don't like this hospital, though. It's too--something. Not crisp and clean, of course, though it certainly can't be denied that everything here is crisp and clean and polished. But it's not very...comfortable, in a way? Calm? Private? There are nurses and doctors milling around, checking things, making noises, and boxes and dials and tubes all over the place, and it's almost as though they're talking in a foreign language, as much as I can understand them at times. This procedure and that treatment, this liquid or that pill...and it's all so strange, but if it's helping Sam, then that's that.
If only I had that magic fruit again...or even just a piece of it, or a bit of a branch, or anything of it. It would've made things so much faster and easier, just as it did with Daddy. But I suppose it's different in that our doctors couldn't find any way to help Daddy get well, and the doctors here seem to have plenty of ideas, if the tubes and dials are any indication. And there's magic, too, if Megumi can heal him. So he'll be fine, won't he? With all of us looking after him, he'll just have to be fine.
It was this month last year that he was turned to stone, wasn't it? And I worried myself sick then, too.
It just isn't fair. And of course it's foolish to expect that it would be, but--it's just not fair, and I hate it. Why Sam? Why this? And everyone keeps worrying about me, wanting to know if I'm all right, and it's the most ridiculous thing--Sam's the one that's hurt, not me, and who is there to look after him but me? It's not fair, that he went home to die and blew himself up and Mikaela's gone and Bumblebee is gone and so many of his friends keep leaving and now he's hurt and--
But he's going to get better. He has to. They're going to help him and he'll be back to normal in no time, and then we'll make all our plans for the holidays and it'll be lovely and soon we'll put all this behind us, just like October and just like September. Soon it'll be December and we can all forget about November, too.
It won't be long. Soon it'll all be all right, and things will get better. They'll let Sam out of the hospital and I'll put all the thoughts of that awful machine out of my head and we'll have a lovely Christmas, and we'll move on. So long as I can keep looking forward, toward the good things, I can leave the bad ones alone. It'll be fine.
And then, once Sam's well, I can focus on making sure that something like this never happens again.
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Thanksgiving really is a lovely holiday, isn't it? It's such a nice idea, I think, spending a whole day celebrating and thinking about the things we're thankful for. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how many things there are to be thankful about, especially in the face of bad things that may come our way. It's a hard thing, living here in the City with the curses and all, but there's so much to be thankful for, too. There are wonderful people and astonishing things and opportunities that we never could've had if we'd never come here, and I'm thankful for all of them.
We don't have Thanksgiving in Daventry, though I rather wish we did. It's rather like Mother's Day, I suppose--another holiday I've celebrated here in the City that I'd never heard of until I came here, and one that I really would like to take back with me when I go home. It's such a nice idea. And I'm sure my father would particularly enjoy the part about having a great big feast with the whole family, too. Especially since pie seems to be one of the most important points of the whole celebration. He's never met a pie he didn't like, but pumpkin is one of the ones that he especially likes. And it'd be marvelous if I could figure out a way to take him some of that cream that comes in the funny can, to go with it, but I don't know how easy of a task that would be.
But the part that's important is the thanks, and that's something that anyone can do, anytime and anywhere. And I am thankful, very much so, even despite some of the awful things that have happened here. I'm not sorry I came to the City, and I'm thankful that I've made so many wonderful friends here. I wouldn't have ever had the chance to meet my best friend if I hadn't been brought here, and I rather think that's enough in itself to make all the rest of it worthwhile. And I'm thankful for the things I've learned, and the opportunities I've had, and the memories I've made and shared with all of you. Even the silly lessons, like learning to ignore most anything Kanda says. That awful twit.
I'm thankful that, even while I'm missing home, I can still somehow feel that I'm at home. And I'm thankful that I have so many people I can count on, when I need them.
Blue, Miss Alice, thank you so much for having me the past few days. I really do appreciate it, and I'm sorry for the trouble I must've caused you, with the short notice and all. I won't impose any longer, and I'll find a way to make it up to you, I promise.
[OOC: And for those interested, my HMD thread is here!]