[000] Open Log: Month 3
[This is an open RP log for visiting Al during the third month of his recovery. He will be in a medically induced coma for the first week of this month.
Al has suffered a severe setback in his recovery and will not be doing well at all. Bonus: Intravenous nutrition, hydration, and medication!
Better drugs -- Al may be less sensitive to sensory stimulation. He may also be a little more loopy.
Al will not be very alert/able to talk. He will have shorter periods of clarity in which he is more lucid.
Al is hospitalized and in Intensive Care. Visitation will be restricted to ten minute intervals and feel free to attempt a visit, only to be turned away.]
Al has suffered a severe setback in his recovery and will not be doing well at all. Bonus: Intravenous nutrition, hydration, and medication!
Better drugs -- Al may be less sensitive to sensory stimulation. He may also be a little more loopy.
Al will not be very alert/able to talk. He will have shorter periods of clarity in which he is more lucid.
Al is hospitalized and in Intensive Care. Visitation will be restricted to ten minute intervals and feel free to attempt a visit, only to be turned away.]
10 minutes? Pfft yeah right.
[Somewhere around the sixth day, he's getting somewhat desperate at watching Al sleep.]
Hey Al...aren't you better yet? Honestly...
[He scoffs.]
We're all here you know, hanging out, spending time with you. How rude is it to sleep through it all?
[Ed smiles just a bit.]
Hohenheim told me he told you about himself. That ass, huh? [His tone softens.] We owe him so...[He swallows and sits up a bit.]
Alphonse Elric, you get better right now. Winry and I have a wedding to have and we only have nine months to get you ready. I mean...if Hohenheim is going to die in a year and this memory...I want to give it to him so...if this is the case, then you damn well better get ready!
Re: 10 minutes? Pfft yeah right.
But his eyes shift under his eyelids as he hears Ed's voice.]
Okay, Brother. [He whispers it -- if Ed wasn't listening, he might miss it entirely.]
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Damn right. You will get better, Al!
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And knowing Rachel, well, it's Barbra Streisand.]
Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
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