Everest
Moving his eyes in an attempt to keep his head in the same place, he narrows them at the screen. "It was on ancient aliens when I was brought in." He mumbles apologetically, before the muscles of his eyes begin to throb and his gaze resets back toward the florist.
"The jello is just for patients who won't take their medication." Ever says with a sigh. He considers trying to sit himself up, knows it will be futile, and so instead wiggles his little finger under the blankets toward Mateo, which is about the most movement he's capable of. "Cora-cock-lavicular." Ever corrects, shaking his head, before giving Mateo a very stern stare. "Do you have a bicycle? Or is someone else missing a bicycle?" Tired as the paramedic feels, there's no denying the sense of relief Mateo's presence has brought. Like a parent worried about their child rather than themselves, that he knows where his roommate is and that he's alright will make sleeping that evening come much easier.
"The jello is just for patients who won't take their medication." Ever says with a sigh. He considers trying to sit himself up, knows it will be futile, and so instead wiggles his little finger under the blankets toward Mateo, which is about the most movement he's capable of. "Cora-cock-lavicular." Ever corrects, shaking his head, before giving Mateo a very stern stare. "Do you have a bicycle? Or is someone else missing a bicycle?" Tired as the paramedic feels, there's no denying the sense of relief Mateo's presence has brought. Like a parent worried about their child rather than themselves, that he knows where his roommate is and that he's alright will make sleeping that evening come much easier.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
