Welcome home, have a fight (open)

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Ace sighed as he watched the people move too and fro from his viewpoint on his hospital bed. Honestly, he just got home, well back, and he was in a fight. Only he could get into a fight so quickly. He guessed he sort of deserved it, he was only walking the back streets exploring the new, but old, town of his. He had no idea it had changed so much, he was still seeing people using their powers every now and then in the open, though it wasn't like people were flaunting it around. He wondered what had happened for this change.

Ace growled as he shifted positions trying to get less pressure on his arm. He'd been in a bar fight, or rather a fight beside a bar. There was a guy, harassing this one young woman who obviously was trying to leave. Ace being the unfortunately chivalrous guy he was butted in. Things escalated as they would with a drunk man, and he pulled out a knife. Ace got out easy, only getting a cut on his forearm before he subdued and accidentally knocked out the poor patron. He and the girl escaped quickly.

Ace had dropped the girl off at her house, hiding his wound before coming to the hospital, he sighed and looked at the cut, now sewn up with stitches. It'd be another scar for him to take. He leaned back into his bed, the cut was pretty clean, though the docs wanted to keep him overnight just in case of something. He breathed in the smell of chemicals, half relishing half gagging at the scent. It was familiar, he had spent a lot of his time here, either as a patient or a volunteer. It was something he was familiar with and he felt comfortable. Not much had changed in this stark white building, unlike the town around it.

[deane]

Bam. Well that hadn’t been the most brilliant of ideas. Deane rubbed his nose a bit and looked up at the wall he had just run into, wondering what exactly had possessed him to think that walking with his eyes closed had been a good idea. The premise had been a fairly simple, obvious one. He had always assumed that he knew the hallways of the hospital so well that he could navigate them with his eyes closed.

Then he had actually attempted it. Maybe he wasn’t as well-read of the corridors as he had originally thought.

Deane glanced over his shoulder and breathed a small sigh of relief at the sight of the empty hall. No one had seen the minute fiasco. Splendid. The last thing he needed was a nurse spotting him pulling such a stupid stunt and chaining him to a bed. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he doubted it would be the last, but if he could help it, he would prevent it as much as possible.

Being stuck in the hospital hadn’t been his choice in the first place, and if it were up to him, he would have left as soon as the tests had been run. His mother always fretted when he had to take the tests, and the doctors and nurses always tried to stress how important they were, but Deane shrugged all of that off. He didn’t care much by way of how he was doing, be it physically or mentally. He saw the yearly MRI’s, memory tests, physical response tests, et cetera as a waste of time and money. Unfortunately, the dozens of concussions he had acquired over the years convinced his mother that every single one was necessary, and there was no dissuading the woman. So Deane was stuck in the building overnight as his sleep study was completed. Luckily he was due for sleep. Unluckily, the test wasn’t supposed to start for another several hours, and the hospital staff had overlooked providing any sort of entertainment, and his mother must have called ahead and warned them, because he wasn’t allowed to study either.

And so Deane wandered the halls, eventually stumbling across a slightly open door. Usually Deane wasn’t one to pry, but he was quite thirsty and never had been keen on keeping an eye out for water fountains or vending machines. Ever so hesitantly, Deane rapped on the door with his knuckles. He kept his stance stiff and straight and his gaze fixed on the floor as he cleared his throat.

“Pardon me, sir,” he said, voice slightly hushed. “You wouldn’t by chance know where a vending machine could be located, do you?”

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Ace had been tired of just sitting in bed waiting for the grass to grow. Instead he pulled on some pants, hospital gowns were not very flattering, and paced around the room. He didn’t want to leave yet, he could sneak out, but then he’d need a place to stay for the night. No it was better for him to stay here and let his insurance, well his parents, take care of him. So Ace paced back and forth across the room with nothing better to do than think and wonder about random things.

Ace stopped pacing at the sound of the door being pushed open. Then a guy came in, his head down his stance stiff and straight. He looked about the same age as Ace though he was never good at telling ages. Sometimes a person he thought was in their twenties was only sixteen or something. Ace examined the boy, then ran a hand through his black hair and laughed. “You don’t need to be so formal.” He grinned and stood infront of the guy. “I do happen to know where one is, if they haven’t changed the layout of this place too much.” Ace used to always be here in this damn hospital. He volunteered when he thought he would be a doctor, hell he still knew a lot of the first aid things he picked up around here. But he was no longer interested in that line of work. Nope Dr. Lupus was not the name for him. He thought maybe he’d be a Guidance councilor, or maybe he’d get a major in English and do something with that. He wasn’t sure yet but it was always a nice thought to pretend to have a plan.

Ace had known where a lot of the vending machines were, he had gotten some for some patients, and some nurses when they were doing computer work. So he knew where he could find some vending machines. “I can show you where it is, and I’d love to get out and have a reason for walking about.”