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It all happened so fast….

Jane being taken through the portal of life; being given a second chance. The identity of Penny lamb being returned to its rightful owner as the young girl got protected by a special force that Karnak had displayed onto her, protecting her life from the unfair dismissal she previously was exposed to. The choir watching with different levels of pride, sorrow and grief as she started to live her life…. Before the screen suddenly re-winded and the kids were forcefully pulled into a similar light. Yet this light wasn’t as white with the purity of life and protectiveness that ja-Penny received. No. It was a tinted yellow colour. Still pure but not fully protected. It was like a faint level of protection casted onto the kids but not near the strength that j-Penny received.

It was almost like an attempt to at least try and save the children, not a confident or conscious attempt, but an attempt at-least. That’s when the children seemed to snap into focus. That thought made them realise what was happening.

The cyclone roller coaster.

The cyclone roller coaster was derailing.

The cyclone roller coaster was derailing and has now snapped off the track.

The cyclone roller coaster was derailing and has now snapped off the track falling onto Ocean, Noel and Ricky’s side.

The cyclone roller coaster was derailing and has now snapped off the track falling onto Ocean, Noel and Ricky’s side. Constance, Mischa and Penny falling into their designated ride partners side.

The cyclone roller coaster was derailing and has now snapped off the track falling onto Ocean, Noel and Ricky’s side. Constance, Mischa and Penny falling into their designated ride partners side, trying to protect them as best as they could even if it was futile.

Even if Ocean fell out the cart with her safety bar pulling her to the ground with a heart wrenching scream.

Even if Noel had stayed under Mischa, cushioning his fall as he sobbed profusely.

Even if Pennys head was almost trapped against Ricky’s chest as her body curled into him, almost forcefully.

Even if Constance’s fall got cushioned by a red heads stomach, just below a metal pole that scraped her head.

Even if they could all feel the pain of it still… why could they still feel the pain? weren’t they supposed to die?

One by one, the sobs and screams of pain started to fall silent. One by one, eyes closed and sirens pulled up. One by one, the members of the Saint Cassians chamber choir were transported into ambulances and driven to the nearest hospital. One by one, care was given to each child as their emergency contacts pulled up for a long wait. One by one, news was spread about this horrible accident. Yet one by one, a teenagers life drastically changed for both the worst and the best.

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She was cooking dinner for the two younger boys when she got the call. She didn’t think it would be anything this serious when she saw the used ID, she just thought it would be the usual spam call. Yet something inside her told her she needed to answer that phone. So she did, just incase because you never know what it would be. It could be the school telling her they’re leaving the fair. It could be that mischa kid who sometimes came around and helped at the café when he said his foster parents were being “too much”, calling on behalf of Constance (she gave Mischa her phone number for the next time he wanted to do a shift, or hang out at the café). It could be that new girl, also calling for Constance. It could be a customer who’s accidentally got her phone number instead of the cafés number….

It sounds horrible, but in some sense she wished she never answered that phone. She wished she didn’t think of the possibilities which made her answer…She wished she could be the same person she was a few seconds prior; happily cooking for two of her three kids and she wondered how much fun her third one was having.

But no.

She answered.

She answered the fucking call.

She held back tears as she listened and agreed to what they were asking. She listened as they told her about Constance’s current surgery, and she listened to the warning of what would come at the hospital. She reassured them that she would be on her way before the phone cut off, the hospital ending it so they could call someone else. That’s when the walls collapsed. She let out a gut wrenching scream as she fell to the floor sobbing. This is when her husband ran in, concern painting his face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” He hurriedly asked as he flew down onto the floor next to her, pulling her into a comforting embrace; a Blackwood hug.

“I-it’s….” She started before taking a breath to try and calm herself enough to finish her sentence, “it’s Connie”

“What…. What about her?” Iris’, Constance’s mum’s, husband asked as fear crept into his eyes.

“S-she’s been in a r-roller coaster accident. Terrible injuries and has just gotten out of s-surgery where she was identified. We need to go to her John.” She whispered out as tears continue to flow down her face

“Yes… of course. I’ll call your mum and drop the boys off with her on the way.” John, Constance’s dad, replied as he held back his tears, getting up and walking out the room.

Iris just nodded to herself as she turned the oven off and went to pack a bag for the boys and some stuff for the hospital room.

For the hospital room, she grabbed: Connie’s purple fluffy blanket
her teddy
some cushions
spare baggy clothes
A phone charger
Spare glasses (assuming Constance’s were smashed in the accident)
Then some clothes for her and her husband.

Then for the boys, she packed a few clothes, teddies and toys, hygiene products and anything else they might need… she’s not sure how long they will stay there. She knows that realistically her and her husband can’t both be at the hospital for the full time because:
A) that’s not allowed- one parent to stay in the hospital room outside of visiting hours
B) they have to open the café still.
C) iris’ mum can’t look after the boys for a long period of time.
D) once Connie’s awake, she’ll have to return to work (as she can’t have all the time off, but she at least wants to stay so she can be there for Connie when she wakes and once she knows she’s safe).

Iris snaps out of her thought process as she realises she’s finished packing. So she slung the bags over her shoulder taking them down to the car before her phone starts ringing…

The hospital again?

HAS SOMETHING HAPPENED TO CONNIE ALREADY?

Iris started panicking as she quickly answered

“Hello? Has something happened to Constance?”

“Oh, so it is the same Mrs Blackwood”

“Yes it is… what’s wrong?”

“There is another student with you as one of their emergency contacts… Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg?”

“Oh? Yeah I’m one of her emergency contacts as-well”

“We’re sorry to contact you about her as-well it’s just” the person took a breath in on the other side, “we called her parents who didn’t answer the first two times, by the third someone answered who was really out of it saying something about how they don’t do hospitals and we’re calling the wrong place? So we thought we’d call you as backup.”

“Y-yeah… that.” She took a quick breath in, “that sounds like the O'Connell Rosenberg parents”

“Well we thought we’d update you on some things and we need to you to sign somethings for Ocean. Just a warning, she has a few more forms then Constance. So when you get here, we’re sorry but you’ll have double the amount of paper work.”

“Yeah… yeah. Erm I’d start with Connie’s right?”

“Yes, of course.” The operator said before they started talking about some more things and then hanging up. It didn’t even occur to Mrs Blackwood about the other kids in the accident till she was told about Ocean….

Ocean is someone who hasn’t always been the nicest to Connie, she’s aware of that but she’s also aware of oceans situation. She lives inside a household with parents who neglected her so much that she’s surprised the girl is still living with them. The two people who she’s forced to call her parents have created such a bad living environment for the girl that she doesn’t sleep much, doesn’t eat as well as she should and has driven herself into studies to distance herself from them. The girl acts like a living zombie that Iris doubts that she even processes half the stuff she says.

But anyway, Iris knows that Ocean and her daughter have a rocky friendship. They do alot of stuff together and that’s never changed! But sometimes Ocean will upset her daughter and Iris doesn’t know how to help. She reminds Connie of Oceans living situation and tells her to take it lightly, she even showers Connie in affection to show that she cares about her. Buying her gifts, baking her favourite treats for school, letting her have days off school even when she’s not sick etc. oh dear, Iris is getting off track….

Anyway, Ocean is someone she didn’t even think of when the accident happened. Evidently. I mean, her own daughter is her top priority. But now, hearing she has Ocean to care for as-swell, she’s now processing the amount of kids who have been in that stupid fucking accident. Probably Mischa, I mean he’s been forced into the choir for punishment so that probably means going on the trip with the choir. Then the little Potts kid, Ricky, was probably involved in it as-well (yes she knows he’s not little, but he’s the youngest of his siblings! The rest had all moved out). She’s not too sure why he’s in the choir, but she knows he does play instruments whilst the choir sing meaning that he was definitely at the fall fair with the rest. After Ricky she can think of two other kids. Noel, the poor kid who was outed and then profusely bullied for his sexuality. Noel, Ocean and Connie were close friends when they were 4 before Ricky joined when they were 6 and then they all stopped hanging out around the age of 12. But she still sees that child as a close member of her family- she gives him free snacks and coffee when he comes into the café, lets him hide in her house (that’s joined onto the café) if she notices him getting followed or harassed etc.. then finally, she can think of the new girl. She doesn’t know her name but she does know that she has to transfer to Saint Cassians due to profuse bullying and then for her getting into fights at her old school. She’s not sure what the bullying is for but it sounds like some kids in the school have found out and have continued to bully her for it….

“Iris?” John said as he had seen her get off the phone before zoning out, deep in thought.

“Yes?” Iris asked as she turned her attention to him.

“Let’s go” he replied as he took the bags off her, taking them to the car.

“Oh, yes of course” she said as she quickly followed him out the house, making sure to lock it behind her as she left to the hospital with him (taking a stop to drop her kids off first though)…

From there it was all paper work and waiting to be allowed to see her daughter…

Waiting to be able to see how the other kids were….

Waiting to see if everyone lived…

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Elaine Gruber was a strong, smart and independent women. She worked in a law firm earning a decent salary, she was single and fine with it, she had raised her son for his whole life practically by herself even if she didn’t have that much time outside of work that a human needs to raise a child. But Elaine wasn’t like any other human. She was strong even if she was struggling. She was resilient even if everything was difficult to deal with. She acted normal even if everything that seemed to happen to her was the least normal thing in the world- the call she received defiantly being the most unusual, un-normal call a human could ever get.

It almost seemed like some twisted and disturbing nightmare morphed into the sound of a stranger through the phone. A stranger who she never wanted to hear the voice of. A stranger whose voice contrasted the news she was delivering.

“Your son has been involved in an accident”

8 words she never wanted to hear.

“He’s lucky to still be alive right this second.”

9 more words she didn’t want to hear.

“We really need you to come to the hospital now”

10 additional words she didn’t want to hear

“He is in terrible condition but we’ve managed to stable him”

11 words she’s relived to hear, but still never wanted to have the opportunity to hear.

Everything almost seemed to stop at that moment. The sound of her own heart beating in her ears as her throat closed up making everything feel overwhelming yet non-existent. It felt like she was the only person alive in that second yet she could feel everyone else’s presence almost overwhelmingly burning into her skin. There wasn’t anything she could do but stand there shocked for what felt like an eternity but was actually 30 seconds before she broke down in tears.

One of her colleagues quickly embraced her as she cried, the phone being hung up a while (2 minutes) ago. After that everything came in a blur. Her signing off work, applying for a few weeks off, the drive to the hospital…. Everything was a blur.

She wasn’t sure when or how, but at some point she arrived at the hospital and was sat staring down at paper work, lots of paper work. She was also sat next to the Blackwood parents (some of the most loveliest parents ever), father Marcus and the Potts. Everyone had seemed to arrive decently close to one another, all giving out hopes of their children living to one another before they were all sat signing paper work. There was a lacking presences of two parents. A quite noticeable lack.

The “new kid” who was adopted doesn’t have anyone here and neither does Ocean…. Elaine has no idea about why Mischa, the “new kid”, doesn’t have anyone here as the two people who adopted him genuinely seemed like nice and caring people. But she has an idea on why Ocean doesn’t. An idea that involves illegal drugs and them being overly used. It sickens her.

That’s when she notices the obvious larger amount of paper work that Iris seems to be filling out. She doesn’t quite know why, so as a distraction she thought she’d find out!!

“Hey Iris?” The older woman timidly asked as she finished signing the last piece of paper work.

“Oh? Sorry what hun?” Iris asked as she looked up from the paperwork

“How come you have more paper work than us all? Is it Constance?” She asked before realising that might be seen as insensitive. She quickly cursed herself and went to apologise before Iris cut her off

“No, no Constance is actually on the better side compared to some of the other kids…. This is Oceans” she replied quickly before furrowing her eyebrows at one of the things on the paper work.

“Oh? I’m assuming they couldn’t get ahold of the girls parents then?”

“Nope, and this is all quite important…. But since I’m down as an emergency contact, then I’m able to do all this for her”

“I’m sorry about all the paper work…”

“no, it’s fine! It’s distracting me from worrying about Connie so it’s okay!”

“But you still seem to be worrying about something?” Elaine inquired

“Ocean just has….a lot of paper work. Some things more… worrying than others. But enough about me and Connie and Ocean for now. Is Noel okay? You had nearly as much paper work for Noel than I have for Ocean?”

“Oh, he seems to have a few more injuries than the others I suppose?” She said before looking at everyone else who was listening to their convo, “other then Ricky I’m pretty sure? Do we know the order of the injuries?”

“no, they haven’t told us the order. They told me though that it was Ricky, Noel and Ocean on the worser side of things and that Penny, Mischa and Constance seem to be better than the others.” Farther Marcus said as he engaged in the conversation

‘I hate to ask but did you see it happen?’ Mrs Potts signed as she grabbed everyone’s attention

“Sadly yes…”

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“Sadly yes…” father Marcus replied with a shaky breath, “I did. And I couldn’t stop it. I wish I could, but I watched it all happen in slow motion whilst all I could do was panic”

“Im sorry Marcus, you didn’t deserve to see that… also don’t blame yourself. Like seriously don’t. I don’t think anyone could have… stopped it after it already happened. i belive that it could have been prevented by the fair but they’re the only ones to blame.” John, Constance’s dad said, taking father Marcus away from his panic

“I’m aware. It’s still saddening though” father Marcus replied before he went to speak, “but as I was saying, I did see it happen. Do you guys….want to know?” He asked

“Yes.” “Please” “yes please” ‘if you wouldn’t mind’ ‘yes actually, I would’ came the various answers

“Okay well, originally I was waiting for the kids to finish the riding the cyclone so I was obviously standing by the bus. After about two minutes I looked over to the cyclone because I could hear the horrifying sound of screaming. That’s when I saw it derail and the cart snapped off the track, throwing Ocean and Constance out of it, Noel and Mischa getting thrown harshly into the side. Then Penelope and Richard, wait no sorry, Penny and Ricky got thrown into the side before rolling out at the moment the cart hit the ground. Ocean had originally pulled Constance into her, in a protective manner before she was ripped away and fell with the safety bar. Constance falling out after her as there wasn’t anything to stop her but she did land with her head onto Ocean to sorta cushioning her I suppose? Then Mischa was being held by Noel, to keep him safe almost, no matter how hard he tried to swap to protect Noel. Then Penny was pulled into Ricky as he tried to protect her. It was horrible how the last two pairs had to be forced away from one another’s arms as they were loaded into the ambulances. Wow I just said a lot.”

“Yes that’s certainly a lot…” Elaine Gruber said as she took it in…. Her son protected someone else?

“Wait… Ocean was the one to protect Constance?”

“Yes, the first time purposely and the second time accidentally I suppose?”

“That’s… reassuring. Sorry that seems so weird to say right now but it’s true. At least I now know Ocean genuinely does care for my daughter… well I knew she did anyway, I just mean that I now know she hasn’t completely let herself go… is that right to say?”

“I think? I get what you mean though. The girl is kind at heart but started to throw herself info studies, perfection and other stuff too much that she forgot to be human and ended up being a… bitch” Elaine replied, trying to help Iris figure out what she meant

“Yeah. That sums it up” Iris adds with a laugh as she continued to sign the paper work. A few seconds passed in silence before John had a question to ask

“I don’t want to sound rude father, but why are you still here? I know you were with the kids but now that we’re here you can go home. If it’s that you wanted to see the kids, then you can come back to do that when they wake up?”

“Oh, no it’s not that. My niece is the girl called Penny. You know, the girl with brown braided hair.”

‘I’m assuming she’s the new girl in town? At least that’s what I assumed earlier when you mentioned if a Penny’ Dawn, Ricky’s mother, signed

“Oh yeah, she’s new to uranium! I officially adopted her and her brother yesterday! I had my sister pick up her younger brother, Ezra, whilst Im here sorting the paper work and seeing her.” Farther Marcus replied with a small yet sad smile

“It’s going to be okay.” John said as he moved from sitting next to his wife, to sit next to Marcus

“I just hate how, within a day of me adopting her, she nearly died.”

“Which is *not* your fault.” Elaine added

“I suppose. By the way, I am ever so sorry to all of you…. If I knew this would have happened then I wouldn’t have let them ride that thing.” Father Marcus said as he looked down

“Don’t worry, we don’t hold anything against you….the fair though. I’m thinking of suing? Are you guys going to join me with the law suit?” Elaine replied as she looked around at everyone

“Yeah we’ll join”

‘Us too’

“Yeah I’ll join”

“Okay cool. It should be easy enough, I know some pretty fucking good lawyers” Elaine replied with a dry chuckle

“Being a lawyer, I would of thought you’d know some” Iris laughed in response

“Yeah”

Everyone just sat in a comfortable yet an on-edge silence for a while after that; each of them taking breaks to step outside and do something.

Iris left to stand outside twice. The first time was because she got overwhelmed with emotions and needed to breathe; needed to cry and let her emotions flow without feeling like everyone was watching her. The second time was to call her mum and check on her two boys. She wanted to make sure they’re okay. The two boys are both very different to one another so she knows they don’t always get along. Her youngest son is almost like a clone of Constance; loves abba, pastel colours, cute cartoons, loud music and loves dressing like his sister. Where the other brother is almost the opposite: loves calm and quiet music, loves reading, loves dark colours and likes wearing simplistic and basic clothing. So the two sometimes bash heads! She was just hoping that they havnt been in any arguments or caused any problems. Luckily they haven’t.

Elaine stepped out three times. The first time was to call her ex-husband; she doesn’t like him but she thought he might have a change of heart about Noel and herself if he heard about what happened… he laughed at it telling her he doesn’t care and that he’s going to block her- she blocked him before he had the chance to block her. The second time was to call lawyers about the law suit. Then the third was to call Noel’s work and inform them about the cyclone and tell them he won’t be able to work for an indefinite amount of time. Noel’s had this job for a few years now; she made him get it. She knows she makes enough money to support them both decently but she wanted to teach him about independence! She wanted him to have a chance to earn money and spend it on what he wants without having to ask. She does give him an allowance every week on-top of his wages but she wanted for him to learn independence and get use to working as he will have to do that when he’s older and not living with her (he obviously will not always work at taco belle but still). So she called his work and explain what has happened, she wasn’t happy with their responses and she was so close to saying that he’s handing in his resignation letter but she knows she will have to talk to Noel about that first. She didn’t realise how rude his boss was…

John stepped out once; he also wanted to check in with his sons and mother in law. His sons are two of his pride and joys and he wanted something more on the happy side to happen right now. So he stood outside for 20 minutes on a call with them. He talked with his oldest son about the new book his grandma had given him; she had brought it as a gift but gave it him earlier than she originally planned due to the circumstances. He talked for ages about the first chapter, the characters so far and the books cover- he loved it. Then John talked with his youngest son. He was showing off the new accessories his grandma had brought for his hair; he has long hair on the top of his head and he had the sides shaved like a long mullet so that he can style it with buns, pony tails, pig tailed etc.. she had brought him star clips, some accessorised hairbands for him to use as well as some hair glitter. He was showing his dad each of the things until John had to go. Wishing his sons a goodbye and a promise to see them soon.

Dawn stepped out once to cry without an overwhelming amount of stares directed at her. She was worried about Ricky so, so much. What if his life is made much harder? Will he cope with it? What can she do to help him? Will she even be able to help him? What will happen with his schooling? Will they let him off the work or will they send it to him in the hospital? Will they accommodate him better when he gets back? So many questions she was thinking about.

Jerald, Ricky’s dad, never stepped outside. He didn’t like the idea of being alone. He just wanted to stay with people, even if he felt overwhelmed; it was better than nothing.

Finally farther Marcus had stepped outside once. It was simply to call and check on Ezra; making sure he had done everything and was going to bed (it was 9:30pm when he stepped outside). Luckily everything had been taken care of. Ezra had taken his ADHD meds for the first time in months and had also taken melatonin! He was settled in his sister’s spare bedroom, cuddling one of Pennys treasured dolls. Farther Marcus talked to his new phew until the young boy fell asleep.

It took a few hours after farther Marcus’ call for anything to be said.

“The choir kids guardians?” A nurse called at 1:47am

“Yes?”

“They’re through here, you can now see them now.”

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“They’re through here, you can now see them now.” The nurse said as everyone got up and cautiously yet quickly followed her to the shared room.

There was 6 beds.

6 children.

6 difference circumstances. All similar yet so different.

But not 6 families.

The “four” families which were there, soon went to their own children; taking a quick glance to the others, feeling large amounts of sympathy and pain at seeing the children like that. Then the horrible sight of their own children was heartbreaking for all of them; more heartbreaking than seeing the other children. I mean of course it would be more heartbreaking. That’s their own child. Their own pride and joy.

Penny had bandages wrapped around her neck from when her skin was cut up badly, a wrist brace, broken ribs causing for her to have bandages wrapped around her and multiple bruises scattering her skin. The doctors said that like the rest of the choir, she had some form of brain injury but they don’t know the extent until she wakes up. They did say that they believe it’s just a concussion with less damaging repercussions as her head was mostly safe but they still need to make sure she doesn’t have any memory loss etc. they believe that she will be one of the first to wake up, but they’re not too sure. Hopefully she will be… well hopefully they will all wake up quickly but that’s not possible for some of them.

Constance, like everyone else, had a brain injury but her separate injuries were; cuts littering her face from where her glasses were smashed leaving the soon to be little scars in place, a broken arm, multiple fractures on her ribs, her left knee was broken as well as her left ankle, her right leg was completely broken and she also had bruises littering her skin. The doctors said that she’s very luckily that she didn’t get any glass inside her eyes and that dude to the coma she was in, her ribs and arm should be mostly -if not fully- healed by the time she’s out the coma (as well as cuts and bruises, but that’s the same for most of the choir). It’s suspected that she will be one of the first to wake up, which is a genuine relief to Iris and John but at the same time, they know that not everything goes as planned so they’re not getting their hopes up too high.

Noel had a head injury as well (evidently!) and his personal injuries were; his left arm fully broken, his left leg in a full leg cast, most of his ribs broken on his left side, elbow brace on his right arm, bruising all up the left side of his face as well as bruising everywhere else like everyone else. The doctors told Elaine that they believe Noel (as well as Ricky and Ocean) will be in a coma longer than the rest of the choir members. They also believe that if he wakes up from his coma too early, they would have to put him into a medically induced one due to the severity of his injuries and the agony that will come along with that. But hopefully he will wake up in not as much agony as that, meaning he won’t have to be induced into a coma for his comfortability.

Ricky, also had a brain injury but his personal injuries were that his legs were both broken as well as a spinal injury resulting in him never able to use his legs at all, causing for him to have the ability of sometimes using crutches or a cane stripped away from him. He was now fully wheelchair bound. Other than that, his ribs were crushed, so was one of his arm, and he had bruising and cuts littering the rest of his body. He, like Ocean and Noel, will be in a coma for longer than the rest but there’s a possibility that he might end up as one of the “middle ones” when waking up (aka, one of the middle two). his parents hope he is, they don’t mean to wish more harm on the other kids but Ricky is their only child. They don’t have anything but him and their cats. They need him to wake up….

So far, they are the only 4 kids that the parents knew about. They were all told together the injuries, mostly for mortal support reasons, and they were all taken to see their kids themselves (before they each looked around at the other ones).

The beds were all together in threes. The boy’s against the right of the door, the girl’s against the left. The door was technically infront of the boys beds, but when it comes to the wall that the door is connected to, the boys were on the right and the girls on the left. From there on, the order of boys from the door went Ricky, mischa, Noel. Then the order of girls (from the door again) were, Constance, Ocean, Penny.

Due to mischa and Ocean being in the middle, there curtains were open revealing the pair to the parents…. It was a tragic sight. Iris remembered the promises that she would get the information about Ocean once the news about her own daughter has settled so used that to find out everything about Ocean and father Marcus used his role of “legal guardian of the kids” (due to them being in his care unless a parent shows up) to find about about Mischa before the pair told the rest of the parents.

Mischa had slightly better circumstances when it came to his “head injury” since he was protected by Noel’s body most of the time but other than that. His personal injured were that both of his arms were broken, he needed surgery on his hand, he had a fractured leg and the obvious bruising and small cuts that the rest of the choir had. The doctors said that dude to his leg only being fractured it should heal decently fast during his coma and his arms should be mostly healed when he wakes up. The downside to his injuries are that he’s going to have to wait longer for his hand surgery as they need his arms to heal to a certain degree otherwise the surgery will mess everything up and it would of been better to amputate. He is suspected to be one of the early teens to wake up!!

Ocean though…

Ocean had a head injury that they couldn’t give any details on. They said that she would be on the worser side with Noel on the head injury which is… not the news she anyone wanted to hear. Especially with the injuries on her body that they could sort of make out. The doctor explaining the injuries she sustained made the look of the young girl look… more explainable. When collected from the cyclone, she had a metal bar off the rollercoaster go through her stomach luckily doing little damage to her organs but it put damage to her spine meaning she needed to have help re-learning to walk etc, she had a fully broken arm and her legs were broken. She would need to be kept in a medically induced coma if she wakes up from this current one too early (like Noel!!), which was understandable and nerve wracking. And the doctors have some concern over her breathing but Iris informing them of her asthma made that make sense. They also have concern over her weight….well over how she looks specifically because from looks, she’s very….under what she needs to be. But due to her injuries, it would be risky to put her on a feeding tube so the doctor said this might be something they have to implement in the future but they didn’t explain much on this- skipping past it quickly to talk about the choir as a whole.

The doctor decided since they were all already hearing about all the kids, instead of repeating himself up to six times; he would say it once to everyone. He recommends therapy for the whole group to deal with this traumatic event. He specified group therapy and personal therapy. The group therapy was due to them experiencing this traumatic event together. The personal was then for any feelings they were too worried to mention around each other and to talk about the personal things they experienced; the injuries that were different, there thoughts about the near death experience etc.

After the doctor had come and gone, everyone settle into seats next to their children. This is when Iris spoke up.

“Either me or John are leaving tonight to go look after our other kids and come back for visiting hours tomorrow….do any of you need anything bringing for your kids?”

“Could you maybe bring a different blanket for Noel?”

“And Penny?”

“And Ricky..” came a voice no-one heard…. It was dawns

“Oh dawn, you speak?”

“I-I don’t want to risk Ricky being able to hear in his sleep and not know we’re here. I want him to know. He’s not heard our voices in years because of something he couldn’t control….I’m only now realising how unfair it is… we should have asked him if he wanted us to take a vow of silence or if he wanted to continue to hear us whilst he still can…”

“Oh…I’m sorry dawn.”

“Oh wait… one of us has to leave anyway so we can get Ricky’s blanket and we’ll get a spare for Mischa?”

“Oh yeah, the one parent rule and there’s two of you” Iris laughed

“Okay so does anyone need any of us to get anything else?” John asked

“If you guys could bring coffee in the morning, that’ll be great” Elaine replied with a smile as she held onto her sons hand, subconsciously stroking her thumb over the back of it

“Of course” John replied with a smile as he kissed the crown of Constance’s head, “I think it’s coming to the end of the night visiting hours so I’ll head home” he said to Iris before he called over to dawn and Jerald, “who’s also leaving with me then? I could give you a lift home and then back tomorrow?”

“That’ll be me” Jerald said as he kissed his son’s head and his wife goodbye before leaving with John.

The pair arrived the next day with the blankets for everyone (including Ocean who they forgot to mention the previous day because she was just like John and Iris’ child anyway) and coffee. They kept coming and going for a few weeks with similar stuff. Since, from this point on, there wasn’t anything left to do except wait. Wait for the kids to wake up….

Chapter Text

It has been a few weeks since the accident had happened. A stressful few as well. Some of the parents couldn’t stay as long as they wanted, promising to come back whenever they could; and they all did live up to the promise. The only parent who wouldn’t leave was Iris. The perks of being your own boss was this she guesses. She has her mum helping in the café; something the older woman already does on days she is bored. But anyway, with a few weeks being gone it means that the beginning of the children waking up is suspected….iris guesses that’s them things are here.

Oh

Yeah

That.

Iris has the unfortunate, but she also guesses fortune, fate of being in the same room when they arrived. Who’s they? The people Mischa is expected to call his parents.

Iris heard *everything* that they were talking about.

She heard how Mischa wasn’t actually fully adopted when they met him… they met him but didn’t want to be pasted as “bad guys” in the town so had left him as only being fostered but didn’t tell Mischa nor did they tell anyone else. She then heard the next part.

“When this thing usually happens, we have to ask the foster parents if they are still willing to continue the fostering process through out the journey to recovery and when the kid would get home. So, are you willing to or-“

“We can’t support him when he’s home. We’ll have to…. Sadly… give him up? Is that the term? Sorry I don’t want to sound rude” the woman who Iris didn’t even want to remember the name of, said in some fake saddened way. It made Iris’ blood boil.

“That’s one way to say it I suppose.” The social worker replied as she handed papers over for the pair to sign.

Iris suddenly had a spark of confidence as she turned around from sorting her daughter.

“Am I able to adopt him?”

“You’d have to start with fostering for a few months for reasons but yes…as long as you have a fostering licence. if you don’t though, you’ll have to get one first.” The social worker replied as she turned to Iris with a hint of curiosity

“Already have one. Me and my husband want a big family, so we have the licence as-well as the room to accommodate him! We have room to accommodate a few more children actually” Iris chuckled before she turned to glare at the other two….things in the room.

“Okay great. I’ll bring some paper work for you to sign and we’ll get your husband’s signature later on!” The woman said as she left the room, leaving Iris, those things and the asleep teens alone.

“You guys are so full of fucking bullshit” Iris spat out towards the pair when the woman finally left

“No we-“

“Yes you fucking are. Your house has many rooms in it, and you have enough money to fucking accommodate him when he’s back. Just admit that you don’t want to get caught out for the borderline child neglect. Which would of been properly reposted if the fucking system listened to my report”

“We never neglected-“

“Yes you fucking did. I had that kid working in my café because he felt too guilty about us giving him FOOD. A basic necessity. Because you would sometimes ‘forget’ to give him it. You also did more but I don’t have the time to lecture you for all of that….We wouldn’t have even known of this stuff if it wasn’t for the fact him and Constance has a project together and he broke down in tears because we were being KIND TO HIM.” Iris said as she lectured them, going to take a step forward but she instead took a deep breath, “I don’t even want to waste anymore breath on you… get away from my son and sign that stuff out there.” Iris then added as she glared at the pair.

It was apparently enough as they quickly scrambled to leave the room, Iris throwing a glare over to where they exited. After a few seconds the woman snapped out of it and walked over to Mischa, ruffing his hair before tucking him into his blanket more; having seen the goosebumps on his skin that indicated he was cold.

“When you wake up, at least you might be happier with something in life” she muttered before the social worker came in

“MR and Mrs smith just handed their paper in to me, and here’s yours to start signing. If you could get your huspands signature onto the required sections by tonight when I stop by again, that would be greatly appreciated.” She said with a smile before leaving the room again, to presumably go to the next child she was assigned to or to do whatever job she had to do next. Either way, Iris didn’t really care. All she cared about was this document….plus the fact she now needs to get her husband here.

She kissed mischa on the forehead before moving back towards Connie’s bed, where her phone was. She then picked it up before dialling her husband’s number; waiting for him to pick up.

“He love? Is everything okay with Connie? I’m leaving to come to you in 30 mins”

“Oh yeah everything’s okay with Connie but I might of done something?”

“Oh?”

“You know how we’ve been wanting to adopt for a while….”

“…yes?”

“Well….we now have another child?”

“Did we finally adopt Ocean?” He asked in genuine shock and curiosity; they knew that she’d be able to change and that change would be helped if she lived somewhere better (with them.). So they’ve been trying to get cps to take Ocean away so they could adopt her…

“No, not quite. But close!”

“Oh, who?”

“Mischa!!”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, those fucking twats came here claiming they couldn’t care for him anymore due to his injuries etc and…. Well we’re fostering him so you’ll need to come sign those papers”

“But what about adoption?”

“We can’t adopt until he’s woken up! But we will!!”

“Okay great, I’m going to come back to the hospital as soon as I’m allowed to, to fill the paper work out!”

“Okay, great! See you soon, I love you!!”

“I love you” he replied before hanging up the phone.

“Please wake up soon Connie…. We have some news for you.” Iris muttered as she looked towards her daughter, soon sitting in the chair next to her.

The next few hours were a blur of chaos as Iris and John moved around sorting the two and a half kids they were now in charge of (Ocean only being classed as a half as she isn’t legally their’s but in their hearts she is….wheres her parents to prove that wrong? They’re not here!). They finished signing paper work, brushed and cleaned their kids up (John styling Mischa’s hair, brushing it soft and smooth as Iris brushed and put Connie’s into two pigtails and then put Oceans into a French braid as it was longer) and then the pair shared the news of the adoption with the rest of the parents in their parents group chat.

Cyclone parents

Iris: big news!
Iris: like majorly big news!

Elaine: ooooo! Tell!

Dawn: oh? Share?

Jerald: what’s going on?
Jerald: has Connie woke up?

Iris: not yet… but something just as big!!

Farther Marcus: oh. Is everything okay Iris? Do you and John need anything from any of us? I’m a good help if you tell me!

Iris: yes!!
Iris: me and John have done something that’s expanded our family..

Elaine: don’t tell me you’re pregnant!?!?!!

Iris: OH NO
Iris: not that.
Iris: Mischa is now ours!
Iris: as in we have officially fostered him for the time being; hopefully to adopt him as soon as we are allowed to.

Father Marcus: congratulations John and Iris. I’m glad of this new addition you have had to your family. I’m here for any help with Mischa, whether that is just little facts that I’ve gained after observing him for all this time. Such as, he needs help and reminding when it comes to tasks as he easily will get side tracked/ distracted if you don’t help or remind him of the task at hand.

Elaine: that was definitely a big paragraph wow

Farther Marcus: well I needed to get everything across to Iris and John. Did it not work?

Iris: no it did!! Don’t worry! Thank you Marcus!

Elaine: oh yes!! Congratulations Iris and John!

Dawn: omg yay!! Congratulations Iris and John!

Jerald: yes, congratulations you two!!!

John: thank you all!!

Iris: yes thank all of you omg!!

Elaine: of course!! Btw is adoption/ fostering something you’ve always wanted to do?

Iris: yes! Always!

John: we always expected to adopt Ocean first to be honest! Maybe a younger child before Ocean? But never did we think/ expect that we’d be adopting Mischa. It was a nice/ wanted surprise!

Iris: exactly! He’s a nice and wanted surprise.

John: yeah!! He’ll be a great big brother to Theo and Cameron

Iris: yeah!

Dawn: that sounds so sweet
Dawn: me and Jerald would have had more kids but Ricky ended up being all we needed! Well plus the 14 and growing cats

Elaine: oh yeah, thank you for meownique by the way
Elaine: Noel loves her

Dawn: I’m glad he does
Dawn: she was adorable and suited that name well
Dawn: by the way, how did he come up with it?

Elaine: I’m actually not sure? It might be a name he’s seen in a movie that he added a cat pun to?

Dawn: okay, that’s interesting! I just wanted to know

Iris: oh, we’ve gtg!! Cya guys later!!

John: bye!!

Dawn: bye.

Father Marcus: goodbye Iris, goodbye John! I will see you later when I come to visit.

Jerald: yes!! See you guys later!! Me and Dawn are going to come over in about an hours time.

Elaine: see you guys! Bye!!

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No one knows how they both happened to do this at the same time. It was like some strange yet wanted miracle. Well, what was wanted was everyone waking up at the same time in good health- scratch that. What was wanted was for no-one to be in this predicament but since that’s not possible, the next best wish that everyone could have had was for everyone to wake up at the same time. Yet what the parents/ guardians have learned is that, no matter what they want; nothing will go right. Well, almost nothing.

There have been positives and there has been things that have gone correctly! Like the Blackwoods fostering Mischa, Ricky and a few of the other kids having a few more successful surgery/s since their arrival here and the most important one being that all the kids are stable as of this second! I mean, some of them have gone unstable and flatlined a few times…. Well Ocean and Noel keep flat lining but Noel hasn’t in a week now!!! We don’t talk about Oceans streak of not flat lining though….

ANYWAY

It was some amazing miracle! Like genuinely it was such an incredible and amazing miracle with impeccable timing. It was almost laughable how perfectly the timing of it was.

To put it into context, the parents had all started arriving to the hospital and were talking about their kids progresses, giving each other updates on the ones who had surgery and what was done. This is when the sound of two of those kids coughing started as their heart machines beat, started going slight faster. This had caught all the parents/ guardians attentions as the two parents/ guardians closest to them hit the blue button beside the head of the two kids to get a doctor in to each of them.

It was a miracle on the hospital wards floor. That’s what the doctors said at least.

This was the unexpected yet wanted progress that everyone had been patiently waiting for.

What has happens was these two kids had woken up around a week earlier then expected without needing to be put back under anaesthesia.

So yeah.

It was a miracle on the ward where the small towns famous “6 saints” were “resting”.

A happy and welcomed miracle.

The way the pair had woken up almost seemed forced. Like something was making sure that non of the choir members would be alone when they woke up, meaning the first to wake up had to wake up with someone else? Who knows? Maybe it was? But all the doctors cared about was making sure these kids weren’t in pain and didn’t have serious brain damage.

“Could you tell me your name sweetie?” An older looking woman with dusty green eyes and straight black hair asked towards the first teen as they looked at them puzzled

“C-Connie… oh n-no w-wait no I-i m-meant c-Constance” the short teen replied to the woman as she tried to take the sight around her in, but the lack of glasses on her face caused that to be impossible as only the woman who was directly in front of her came into a half blurry view.

“That’s progress! I can tell your throat is sore but that’s probably from the lack of use. Some oral intake of fluids should help that. Can you tell me your age and birthday for me?”

“O-oh y-yes” Constance replied before coughing.

At the painful coughing, a small plastic cup filled with water was gently pushed into her hands and urged up towards her mouth. Sensing what was asked, she slowly took a few sips of the lukewarm liquid and took a deep breath.

“I-I was b-born on N-November fourteen th and I-i am a-seventeen years old” she replied slowly as she nodded at the doctor

“Okay that good. Do you have any questions for me?”

“W-where am I? Where’s the o-other kids? C-can I have my glasses…. I-I can’t see” she answered earring a chuckle from multiple people…one of the voices sounded like her parents

“Well here’s your glasses first.” The doctor replied as someone handed her some padded glasses with Constance’s prescription inside them, before the doctor gently slid them on to her face, “well they aren’t your actual glasses but these are some specialised padded glasses for you to wear as your face heals a bit more. As for your other questions… you are in uranium city’s lavender memorial hospital being treated for the various injuries you sustained from the cyclone roller coaster accident. Your personal injuries are two broken legs, with your right leg being completely broken and your left knee and left ankle being broken. Then you have these small scars littering down your face. Finally topped off with a few broken ribs which are mostly healed and a broken arm.”

“A-and the choir?” Constance asked with nervousness

“And the choir are all in this room with you. They each have their own injuries and four of them are still in a coma. Actually, your friend Penny Lamb is being questioned by my colleague over there as you two had magically woke up at the same second. But don’t worry, I’m the doctor assigned to your cases but I just needed one doctor to deal with her whilst I dealt with you.” The doctor replied with a smile before adding, “I’m going to go and update your file, your brain damage has seemed to heal and was probably just a small concussion upon arrival so we’re all good there. I’ll leave you with your family and if you need me, just press the call button connected to the remote on your beds side. It’s detachable as well incase you want to adjust your bed to sit up fully or lie down etc.” She said with a smile before getting up from the bed, writing down Constance’s stats and talking to Penny before exiting.

“I’m so glad you’re okay Connie bear. I was so worried for you.” Constance’s mum said almost immediately as she pulled Constance in for a hug.

A hug that made Constance burst down sobbing.

“I-I’m sorry mum. I love you. I don’t want die without telling you that. I’m sorry” Constance sobbed into her mums arms as she tightened her hold on her.

“Oh Connie…sweetie no it’s okay. I know you love me and you aren’t dying so don’t apologise for anything. You’re here and breathing so everything’s okay. I promise you. I love you too. So does your dad”

“Yeah, I love you too Connie cupcake.” Her dad said as he came into view and joined the hug, creating a mini bubble for Constance to focus on.

The next few mins were Constance softly and quietly crying as her parents tried to calm her, until she finally calmed herself.

“Here, drink some more water. That much crying isn’t healthy especially with your sore, dry throat” her father said as he handed her a new cup of water which she quickly gulped down before she looked across the side of her seeing the girl…Penny looking at the bed In between them, then up at Constance before looking back down.

It was such a sad sight yet.

Ocean was lying between the two, looking so tiny as she had tubes falling out of her, every which way. She was also lying on her side (what they don’t know is that’s to check both sides of her skin where the pole had pierced) with a cast around her, making her back be a bit straighter but her legs and arms were still curled up to the best of there abilities.

Then they both looked across the room to the there other boys…. There was a lot to take in.

From the sight of them all so peaceful looking to the fact that all of their hair was longer: Noel and Mischa’s being held up by those fabric headbands girls usually wear. Then to the sight of Noel and Ricky with a nasal cannula (a device that delivers oxygen through a small tube and into one’s nose) (just like what Oceans) to Mischa’s arm casts. There was….way more but Constance turned her attention back to Penny, who seemed to move very doll like to look back at Constance. She then gently smiled before saying

“H-hi p-Penny”

“H-h.i C-con*tan-ce” Penny replied with very broken up speech

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At the time the main doctor was talking and focusing on Constance, an assistant doctor who worked mostly in vocal and physical therapies (who happened to be on the ward as they had just finished working with a patient who wasn’t able to get to her) was focusing and working on Penny.

The girl was so confused and scared when she had full come to focus of the room and the doctor honestly couldn’t expect anything less. The girls previous memory was sparks flying around her as she was hurdled down to what she presumed would be death. Not only that, but the girl suffered many traumatic injuries whilst also being the (magically!) least affected of the 6 children. Oh and she was also like a year younger than everyone else being only 16…. The ginger girl (who Mrs Danvers couldn’t remember) being the only other 16 year old who no-body even remember was 16 until this accident! (Both girls were forgotten to bring 16 not 17 due to them being so younger when they both were jumped a year group up. Penny becoming an average student and Ocean still over shining everyone. Oh and the fact that Penny had not long transferred to the school causing for her to not have time to tell people about her achievement of jumping a year group).

So when Penny started packing the doctor immediately went into action.

“You’re okay. Copy me. Feel my chests breathing patters and copy me.” The doctor said knowing she couldn’t ask the girl to speak, so she couldn’t as her to do the 5 things, 4 feelings, 3 sounds, two smells and one taste. So she settled for getting the girls hand putting it on her chest, and taking deep breaths.

It took a few minutes but soon Penny was calming down and the tears fogging her vision has soon calmed down enough for her vision to clear up.

“Are you okay now?” Mrs Danvers asked as Penny came back into focus

“Y-s” she replied before wincing

“Your speech is going to be broken for a while until we can start therapy for it. So I have this white board for you to use and you can try pronouncing them as a start of something” the doctor replied with a smile as she places a white board in the girls lap and took the lid off her pen before placing it in the available hand.

“Do you know your name?” She started simply, the girl sat for a few seconds before writing down on the board

‘Yes. Penny lamb. Or Marcus now I guess? I’m not sure on that yet. Uncle hasn’t told us if it’s changed?’

It took her a few minutes to write it out but when she did she gave it to the doctor

“That’s good. Do you want to try and pronounce Penny lamb for me?”

“P-n..y l..a-mb”

“Yes that’s good. Penny lamb.” Mrs Danvers said with a proud smile as she wiped the white board off and handed it back to Penny.

“Now I’m going to ask you two more questions. Do you know how old you are? And when your birthday is?”

Penny nodded before slowly writing out the two answers. This time she write them in bullet points

‘ -> I am sixteen years old.
-> April seventh ‘

“Yes, that’s good! You are sixteen years old and were born April seventh! And don’t worry, I won’t get you to try and say them. Your throat has done enough speaking for me to be satisfied as of now. I’m glad to say you don’t have major brain injury otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to tell me that but you evidently do have some throat trauma which means you’ll be seeing me a lot during your time here in this hospital. I’m not your immediate doctor, that woman across from us, over the ginger girl; Mrs Luthor will be. I’ll let you in on a little secret… she’s my wife. And she’s amazing at her job. So you’re in amazing hands. I’ll let her come and tell you everything else okay.” Mrs Danvers said as she squeezed the pale girls hands before she got up and left the room, passing Mrs Luthor on the way.

“Hi Penny, I’m Mrs Luthor and i will be quick so you can rest and talk with your…”

“Uncle, I’m her uncle” father Marcus finally spoke as Penny looked towards him, not seeing him before but being very grateful as a feeling of relief replaced the not previously processed unease.

“Your uncle. To put it simple, your skin was cut up and your throat took alot of damage but other then that you’ve got a few hair line fractures in your wrist which is why you have a wrist brace, a few broken ribs causing for you to have bandages wrapped around your middle section and you’re spine took a bit of damage meaning you will probably need a bit of physical therapy to be able to walk again properly. But it shouldn’t be too much physically therapy as most of your therapy session would be to help bring your speech back again. You will be able to walk still but the only way I can explain it, is that we think you’ll have a more doll like walk? So very stiff which is why we will give you the physical therapy to make walking come more easily and smooth than that. I will be your main doctor through your recovery here and that doctor you just saw will be doing your different therapy appointments. Any questions?”

“H…w I-s… c-ch-ir”

“They’re okay. Some of them will have a longer recovery but don’t worry. They will all wake up sooner than you think.”

“M’Kay”

“Okay so I’m going to go, if you need me just click the call button on the remote that’s attached to your bed then I’ll come back.” The doctor, Mrs Luthor, said as she noted down Pennys vitals and left the room.

Penny just smiled at her before turning to her uncle.

“I’m so glad you’re okay kiddo. Your brother’s been so worried about you but I think knowing you’re awake will put him at ease now.” Father Marcus said before signing ‘I love you’

‘I love you too’ Penny signed back before sinking into the bed. She then looked over towards the rest of the choir. She saw the small ginger…Ocean! She saw Ocean, a girl whose looks had drawn Penny in from the second she lay eyes on her. Penny just wanted an opportunity to admire her before she thought about how her smile looks, and her brown eyes when they were fascinated with something and how plump looking her lips look. If Penny was only able to lean in and… oh god Penny, you’ve only known this girl for two days and a purgatory! Maybe come out to your uncle before gaining homosexual feelings for a girl who you’ve not long met. Maybe also become friends with her first! Yes. That would also be ideal.

Penny the remembered the first thought of what she should do before having a crush on Ocean. So she quickly grabbed the whiteboard and wrote something down handing it to her uncle. (Well by quickly…it took her 5 minutes)

‘I just wanted to say because I don’t want to die with this not being known. Im a lesbian… I hope that’s okay’

“Oh Penny, that’s amazing. It’s okay. I love you no matter what. Thank you for trusting me enough with this.” He said before kissing her forehead and sitting back in the chair next to her.

Penny looked back at Ocean after that, before she looked up and met eyes with Constance. She stared for a few seconds before looking back at Ocean then across at the boys.

They all looked younger than she saw them before as they were wrapped in different blankets with teddies that looked well worn, tucked into their arms. They also had less bags under their eyes and were peaceful and calm looking compared to Mischa’s scowl, Noel’s disgusted face and Ricky’s bored face. Well at least there the only faces Penny, in the little time she’s known them for, has seen each other them make.

Penny then looked back across and met Constance’s eyes again. The smaller girl just smiled at her kindly.

“H-hi p-Penny” Constance said as she smiled again, almost trying to convey the message that the stuttering is no-longer from fear…. I mean she’s no longer a 6'0 doll so Constance doesn’t have much to be afraid of anymore.

“H-h.i C-con’tan-ce” Penny replied with very broken up speech as she smiled a tooth grin towards the girl.

Constance giggle at her smile before she pointed to the phone that was given to her at some point. Penny turned to her uncle who passed her a new phone with things set up + a group chat called choir kids created.

Choir kids

*Constance changed her name to Connie*

Connie: our parents made a group chat and brought us all new phones for recovery gifts

*Penelope changed their name to head*

Head: that’s cool!! At least I can communicate clear here.
Head: nice to meet you Constance

Connie: nice to meet you too Penny :)

Head: time to wait for the others I guess?

Connie: yeah!
Connie: soery
Connie: sorry*
Connie: I meant yeah

Head: why are you apologise
Head: what you said originally was fine

Connie: force of habit 3:

Head: that’s fair

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It had been a few days since Constance had woken up, so Iris and John thought that it would be appropriate for them to finally tell her about the expansion of there family. They know it sounds bad how she’s been awake for a few days but was still oblivious to the fact of this expansion but, they hadn’t told her yet because of some traumatic experiences she’d been through…

The first was how she and Penny had to witness Ricky getting rushed to an emergency surgery when they found some abnormality in his recovery. The Potts didn’t tell anyone what it is but they didn’t really understand it themselves which Iris respects as not wanting to be shared.

The second was when Constance and Penny had to witness Ocean flat lining in her coma again. It scared Constance (and Penny) as they looked towards the girl in absolute fear as tears coated both of their eyes and cheeks. For Constance, it took Iris and John blocking the view and doing calming exercises to distract Constance and… to calm her before the younger girl was breathing again making Constance feel at ease. They’re not sure what Penny had going on whilst they were calming Connie, but it seemed like she couldn’t calm down herself so the doctors had to come in and medicate her to calm her down causing for her to be in a hazy state for a few hours after…

That was the third traumatic experience for Constance as Connie was concerned over Penny. She was concerned on how the girl had struggled to calm down and she was concerned on how the doctors had to medicate her for her to be safe. She watched over the other girl until she went back to normal.

So the Blackwoods were kinda waiting for things to calm down a bit first to tell her!

And it seemed today was the day.

Iris had came in (after going home for the first night in almost a month) and after 3 hours and the other parents arrivals, nothing had occurred. Nothing negative at least!

Penny had finally said a full word of hello to everyone, which was major improvement for the girl! It had everyone smiling and congratulating her; it even had Iris running to hug her like a proud mum. Then Constance had her arm cast take off and replaced with a wrist and elbow brace! Then Mischa has signs of waking up which is massive!

That’s how Iris decided it was time to tell Constance (who would probably tell Penny on the little group chat).

So when all the parents had arrived she quickly told them all the plan before she grab John and they both headed over to Constance’s bed, shutting the curtains for a bit of privacy. This got Constance’s attention as she looked up to her parents with concern and intrigue written across her features.

“Is everything.. okay?” The young girl cautiously asked as she looked at her dad before moving her sight of focus onto her mother.

“Oh yes sweetie, this is a positive thing I promise! Well I hope you see it as a positive thing!” She replied as she sat down and grabbed onto her daughter’s hands, “you know the kid from Ukraine, Mischa?”

“Yes mum, of course I know Mischa” Constance replied with a chuckle

“What if I told you he’s now your brother?”

“What”

“Surprise!”

“How? What? How did that happened?”

“Well his old foster carers came in and said they couldn’t care for Mischa with these injuries and his new accommodations which, by the way, is how I found out he wasn’t adopted but they had actually faked adopting him and were only fostering him for the look of it. But anyway, they said they couldn’t care for him anymore even though that’s a fat lie and then I got so angry at them but at the same time I knew I needed to protect that boy so when the social worker said about him having to be put back into the system and that they’d need to sign papers stating they didn’t want to foster him anymore…. I kinda asked her if we could foster him and… well she said yes! So we’re currently fostering him and we will be adopting him when he’s awake and we’re allowed to…”

“Woah that’s… terrible, tragic and yet it’s awesome. I now have an older brother? But what about Ocean?” Constance asked as she looked between her parents

“We will still take her when the time is right. I’m sure something will happen to condone that... especially with the months absent of actual legal guardians showing up no matter how many times their child is explaining to have nearly died and keeps flatlining”

“Wait do they still call them?”

“Yeah they’re still trying to get her parents to show up” Iris started

“No matter how much we tell them that, that is futile and they would have better chances at getting her grandparents who have disowned their son and the others who had disowned their daughter to come here”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“So much as really my brother? What room will he have?”

“I was thinking the one next to yours and the Ocean can keep the guest room that’s a few doors down until we can adopt her and she can have that as hers officially?”

“Yeah that’s cool. Do Theo and Cameron know?”

“Not yet! We’re going to tell them a few days before we think they can come to visit you two in the hospital. So don’t tell them over the phone, okay?” Iris replied before pulling a stern look towards Constance at the last line.

“Okay…. Can I tell Penny?”

“Yes of course. We thought you would” John replied with a chuckle as he leaned to Connie and ruffled her hair. She just playfully glared at him before Iris moved to fix it for her as John passed her the phone.

Choir kids

15:32 *chat opened*

Connie: OMG PENNY GUESS WHAT

Head: what?

Connie: MISCHA IS NOW MY BROTHER?!?!!!!

head: WHAT REALLU?????
head: reallu*
Head: eally*
Head: teaally*
Head: really*
Head really?!?!!!!

Connie: lmao, yes reallu

Head: shush
Head: before I behead you like the cyclone did me

Connie: woah
Connie: is that a threat

Head: yes.

Connie: oh

Head: IN JOKING
head: PLEASE DONF HATE ME
head: dodnt*
Head: dodnf*
Head: dodn*
Head: dodnr*
Head: donnt*
Head: don’t *
Head: don’t hate me

Connie: I won’t :3
Connie: you’re cooler and nicer than you think
Connie: and less scary now you have a head :3

Head: phew
Head: I thought I ruined this with my stupid joke

Connie: no it was funny :3

*message closed at 15:54*

*messages opened at 17:37*

Head: Connie can you smell and hear that?

Connie: yeah… I think I know who it is?

Head: who?

Connie: oceans…. Parents?

*message closed at 17:40*

“Wh’re is my daughter” a very high, very wobbly Alex Rosenberg half slurred half shouted as he stumbled into the room, security following shortly behind him as Dr. Luthor also chased in to help stop him.

He look around before stumbling towards Oceans bed

“No. We don’t do hospitals” he slurred as he went to grab onto the poor girl to do god knows what, but before he could, he ended up falling over his own feet landing on her; around where her hip was. This is when Iris Blackwood was able to get to where he was, pull him up and push him away to the security guards who had just walked in and immediately latched onto him.

“Sir we need to ask you to leave” dr. Luthor sternly said as they put themself between Alex Rosenberg and Ocean; the doctor moving closer towards the girl to check on her

“N-no. We don’t do or need this medical stuff. You’re poisoning her brain.” He growled out as he tried to pull away from security but they held him in place, waiting for the doctors dismissal

“No we are not. Without this treatment your daughter will die. She’s barely holding on as it is, nearly died in her sleep last night so the last thing I would say is that you don’t need this stuff or that your daughters brain is being poisoned by us”

“You’re going against our beliefs. If she was designed to die she would. And she should.” He said very slurred before the doctor waved her hand towards security who took him out.

Iris immediately moved over to look at Ocean as the doctor checked her out and mumbled something about calling for a check on “that house”. Iris didn’t quite know if Dr. Luthor was on about calling to do a check on Ocean’s house hold or not…. Well she probably was. Dr Luthor then turned to Iris and quickly said “don’t worry, she’s okay but just has a-bit of bruising on her hip now! She doesn’t seem to of been affected on her other wounds but I will need pull this curtain around just to check” before Iris moved out of the area and back to Constance as the doctor did just that!

“What was…. That” Constance finally said as she looked at her mum

“Just Oceans dad being…. Ocean’s dad” Iris replied, a sour taste on her tongue at the thought of the man she just gave the title of ‘Oceans dad’ to.

“So that’s normal?”

“Nope that’s sadly…. Calmer than usual!” Iris replied with a chuckle before adding, “but don’t worry!”

“I think Penny might be concerned? I saw how much she was staring unable to look away in fear…. Could you comfort her maybe?” Constance quickly rambled after hearing her mum to tell her not to worry… she wasn’t sure why she was saying this so suddenly but she knows that she genuinely wanted her mum to go and comfort Penny.

Penny didn’t have anyone else to do that right now other than maybe dr. Danvers? Dr. Danvers has been such a kind and helpful woman for the pair, well when they started opening up she was. It was difficult to see her as kind and helpful when they tried to deny opening up to her about their feelings but when they did, it almost seemed like second nature to tell her about everything… well maybe not everything…

They shared everything that wouldn’t get them thrown into a mental hospital!!

*cough* talking about the competition in limbo where they talked to a rat and a machine and Penny was a headless doll *cough*

They have found ways to talk about it though…?

For example, Penny often talks about how sometimes she feels like she doesn’t have an identity and that no-one will remember her. She tells the doctor that she feels like she doesn’t have a head/face because even if she did have one, no one would recognise her, no matter how much they see her in their life.

But anyway, Iris nodded at Constance before kissing her head and walking around the closed curtain to the other side of the room where Penny was. That’s when she saw the girl zoned out with tears streaming down her face.

“Penny” Iris called out as she neared the girl on the bed. Penny still stayed staring, zoned out so Iris sat on the bed and gently touched the girls hand; being careful of the cannula that was in it, delivering her painmeds into her body.

“Penny” she called again and the girl finally looked toward her, looking straight into her eyes, “she’s okay Penny… I promise.” She said before a choked sob escaped Pennys mouth.

Iris just carefully wrapped her arms around Penny before she felt the girl secure hers around Iris in a more strong and secure embrace.

“S-she looked s-so small compared to h-him” she cried out as Iris rubbed her back

“Because he’s a dick head but it’s okay because the doctor is with her right now and she will be okay. Now breathe for me please.” Iris softly spoke before she started to exaggerate her breathing to try and get Penny to copy her.

It took a few moments but soon Penny started copying her, and it actually started working! Progress!!

After around two to three minutes, Penny has calmed enough to ease her grip of Iris and lay back properly (having used her arms to pull her further into Iris previously). This is when Iris went to speak but before she could, the curtains opened and dr. Luthor looked around the room for her, spotted her and came over.

“She’s okay! When the man fell, I’m assuming his arm hit her stomach where her injury is and while it didn’t pull the stitching, by some miracle, it did agitate it a bit making it look more sore then it should. We are keeping an eye on it and giving her some more antibiotics and medication to help fix that issue but other than that and the bruising, that… man didn’t cause much damage.” Dr. Luthor said to Iris before turning towards Penny, “are you okay sweetie, do you want me to get my wife up here to talk with you?”

“Please?” Penny timidly replied with a bit of hesitation

“Of course” dr. Luthor replied, trying her best to make Penny feel okay for wanting her wife. Now, dr Luthor knows it’s unprofessional to say ‘my wife’ opposed to ‘dr. Danvers’ but at the end of the day, these are just kids who she’s trying to make feel comfortable. So when she saw the change between how they acted when she said wife opposed to dr. Danvers after a late night mistake (she was on an extra long shift and was really tired so saying ‘my wife’ kinda slipped out!!), then she started to purposely say at as they seemed more comfortable when they thought of her in an informal way!

The dr soon left, her wife coming in not long after. The rest of the evening becoming normal…

Until someone woke up with a jolt and violent cough…

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The sound of loud and scratchy coughing filled the atmosphere of the hospital room within seconds. It was almost cutting through the every other sound that was being emitted from the various amount of things inside the room. The person also sounded out of breath, as if the breath had been stolen from out of their lungs for a second time in their life. It was painful to hear and was probably painful to the person who had the coughing racking their chest; getting harsher each time. That’s when everyone started to snap into action.

Since Iris was the only parent/ gaurdian in the room at the second, she immediately (without a second thought) quickly walked towards the sound; not knowing who it was until she realised where her feet were taking her. From there she pressed the emergency button to get the doctor in as she then quickly walked away to grab some water for the individual. On the way out, her and dr. Luthor passed each other in the door way making it so that the person was never alone in the room (wasn’t without an adult in the room) for a single second.

Since a vending machine with water bottles was right outside the room, Iris was back within seconds. Which was quite lucky as well since dr. Luthor was about to send for water for the individual and with Iris coming in the room with a bottle of water FOR them already, it saved time!! Like, a lot of time!

Iris quickly walked back into the room and towards the individuals bed where the privacy curtain was pulled around, so she quickly slipped through the curtains entrance and handed the bottle towards the doctor.

“Thank you Iris” dr. Luthor kindly and quickly said as she took the bottle, screwing the lid off before placing her hand on the back of the individual and putting the bottle to his lips, “Mr Bachinski, I’m going to need for you to swallow some water. It will help with your throat. Please” the doctor said as she tried to urge him to drink.

He stared at her in utter fear, disbelief and confusion as he tried to stop coughing.

“Mr Bachinski, drink the water.” She said again before Iris moved to try and help convince him.

“Mischa please drink sweetie, it will help you stop coughing” Iris said in a calming manner as she tried to help and urge him into drinking the water as well. This seemed to get through to him as he soon took some water in his mouth starting to drink it; the water soothing the itching and soreness of his throat. The doctors are aren’t sure why he’s coughing so much since the others didn’t when they woke up, but they aren’t worried or concerned because of it.

It took a few minutes of Mischa quietly sipping the water, having small breaks to catch his breath, for his coughing to subside. When the coughing had stopped and Mischa was able to now focus on something else other than the pain and discomfort of his throat, dr Luthor started to calmly talk to him.

“Now do you remember your full name?” Dr. Luthor asked. Yes she and Mrs Blackwood has both already said his name but she needed to ask the question either way

“так, Mischa Bachinski.”

“Okay great, that’s good! Now what about your birthday?” Dr Luthor asked him as she ticked on the chart (that she grabbed from the end of his bed) that he could remember his name?

“так, yeah! August eighteenth!” Mischa replied with a bit more enthusiasm! Another tick on his sheet at what he can remember

“Which would make your age?”

“Eighteen!”

“Great! I’m glad you can remember! Now do you know or remember what happened to you and your choir mates on September 14th?”

“The cyclone roller coaster thing. It like broke when we were on it I think? Like boom! Sparks everywhere and it зійшов з рейок…. That’s…in English I think backwards railed? No that’s not right erm”

“Derailed?”

“YES.” Mischa said before continuing, “then cart was flying and ginger fell out with horrible horrible scream and then I’m not sure…. IS THE CHOIR OKAY?”

“So far yes! Your choir is okay, and that is basically what happened. All of your choir mates including yourself, suffered harsh injuries and all fell into a coma. Some of you were in for less time than the others will be. You are the third to wake up”

“Third? Who else is wake…. Awake?”

“Their is you, Miss Blackwood and Miss lamb”

“Lamb girl? She’s erm… Penny?”

“Yes. She’s Penny”

“Ah, I only met her that day…. And Конні… is she okay?”

“Yes hunni, Constance is okay so don’t you worry” Iris stepped in to say as she stroked his hair in a comforting sense.

“Now the personal injuries that you have sustained include both of your arms being completely broken during the accident. Which have caused for you to need a couple of surgeries on your hand including some more surgeries in a few weeks time, ones we can’t and couldn’t do until your wrist and arms healed a bit more. Then you have a fractured leg as well as some bruising and small cuts littering your skin but those last two are something that you and the rest of the choir have all sustained! Any questions?”

“not right now…”

“That’s completely fine! By the way, just an additional thing I need to let you know. You and your fellow choir members have all been given a group therapy session each week as well as a varied amount of private therapy sessions which will adapt per week depending on your wants and needs. They will all be with my wife, dr Danvers who I promise is amazing at her job and is so welcoming so you don’t need to worry about that!” The doctor quickly said before writing some down and leaving the privacy curtain; opening it as she did so. Before she did a quick check on everyone else and left the room.

This is when Mischa got a proper look at everyone in the room. Before, when he first woke up, everything was blurry and he wasn’t focusing on anything but himself. But now…. Now that he can see everyone, he was taking every detail in that the two girls also had. His gaze fixating on Noel for longer than it did everyone else.

He just looked so weak and helpless as he lay inside the hospital bed.

His hair had been pulled back by a headband showing all his facial features off; his eyebrows were resting calmly on his face as his eyes were (obviously) closed and his lips slightly parted. He also has a nasal cannula on which has concerned Mischa as only him, Ricky and mischa thinks Ocean had got one in (he couldn’t properly see Ocean as she was turned on her side but he thinks that he saw one). This then showed of his expression. Even though he looked weak, he also looked at peace and it made mischa feel all warm and tingly inside… sorta how the thought of Talia sleeping in his arms makes him feel…. He’s not sure why? Noels condition due to the cyclone also looked way worse than what Mischa wanted. Now this made Mischa feel uneasy and upset.

All Mischa wanted was to hold Noel protectively in his arms as he sings him a traditional Ukrainian lullaby, ending the soothing song with a delicate kiss to Noel’s forehead….in a friendly way though! Then he pictured what it would be like to take Noel out to a nice restaurant to eat and watch him giggle, ramble and talk with Mischa about everything and anything before Mischa escorts Noel back to his home, giving him a kiss at the door… not in a romantic way!! He totally has platonic feelings for Noel Gruber and even if he pictures Noel in a way that he also pictures talia…. It doesn’t mean anything…

Speaking of Talia, she must be so worried? Mischa hadn’t messaged her since… before the ride and he knows his adoptive parents wouldn’t message her… omg he needs to-

“Hey, Mischa clam down. What’s wrong” Iris immediately said as she saw his heart monitor slightly rise and Mischa start to become panicky as he looked around

“Talia. I-I need to message m-my Talia”

“Talia?”

“M-my online fiancé. M-my love”

“Okay we need to talk about the fact she’s your fiancé at some point but it’s okay! She’s Talia21sunrose right? On Instagram at least and then talia with the heart in your contacts right?”

“Y-yes that’s her”

“I’ve messaged her… I’ve been messaging her. She really cares about you, I think she’s coming to visit soon… where’s she from?”

“Y-you’ve been messaging her?”

“Of course, a mother needs to make sure all her children’s friends are okay after something like this”

“M-mother?”

“Oh shit…. Didn’t mean to say that”

“What do you mean mother?”

“So your old foster carers decided they couldn’t support you anymore and one thing led to another and I’m fostering you now! Hopefully I’m going to adopt you, if you want me to? Because I would love to adopt you, but if you don’t want-”

“I want you to… I want that. Please” Mischa said with tears pooling in his eyes, “you remind me of m-my mama… I want that back” Mischa then added as the tears fell.

This made Iris’ heart warm and break at the same time. It also made tears spring to her eyes as she was compared to something she’s never met but has heard many positive and heart warming things about. She was compared to something Mischa longs for but hasn’t had access to since he left his home country; something she longs to give him to make up for all the mistreatment he’s had since coming to this country. Iris couldn’t process every emotion she was feeling right now but she did know that, that boy needs a hug.

So she sat on the edge of his bed and pulled him in to her, rubbing his back as he cried. She whispered words of comfort until he calmed down

“So Конні is now my sister?”

“Yes hunni, Connie is now your sister. That also makes Theo and Cameron your younger brothers and then obviously me your mum, or mam or whatever you want to refer to me as and John as dad or whatever you want to refer to him as!”

“Mama and dad!”

“Then we’re mama and dad”

Mischa nodded at her before asking

“What happened to my phone?”

“Well it sadly smashed but, me and the other parents have brought all of you new phones and tried to set everything up! We even made you kids a choir group chat to message one another on”

“O-oh, can I have it?”

“Yeah of course you can” Iris said as she moved off the bed and grabbed the fully charged phone from the bed side, “here you go” Iris then said as she handed it to the teen, who could barley hold it.

“This is hard to hold with hand… I’m glad this hand isn’t broken though”

“Is your dominant hand the broken one then?”

“Yes”

“I’m sorry hun”

“Don’t apologise, is not your fault” Mischa butted in before making some sort of cheering noise, “ha! I can work phone!”

“I’m glad!”

“I love you mama, thank you” Mischa then said cautiously and quietly; almost scared of Iris’ reaction.

“I love you too kiddo, and it’s okay!” Iris said as she ruffled Mischa’s hair, before kissing his forehead, “I’m going to go and check on Connie, call over if you need anything okay?” Iris said after a few seconds

“Okay!” Mischa replied before Iris walked away… Mischa then opened two chats. One after the other

Talia <3

Mischa: Talia, my love. It’s me, I’m awake

Talia: omg, Mischa
Talia: I’m so glad
Talia: are you okay
Talia: what do you need
Talia: how do you feel

Mischa: replying to ‘Talia: are you okay’; I’m okay darling, don’t worry about me
Mischa: tis but a scratch

Mischa: replying to ‘Talia: what do you need’; just to know that you’re okay still

Mischa: replying to ‘Talia: how do you feel’; I feel tired but okay! Feel better than how some of the others look

Talia: replying to ‘Mischa: just to know that you’re okay still’; I’m okay, my great aunt has given me a bunch of money, like enough for multiple plane tickets to you and back after hearing what happened to you
Talia: I’m coming to you soon love x
Talia: I’m glad you’re awake x

Mischa: I’m glad you’re still okay x
Mischa: I love you xx
Mischa: I need to go message some other people but I’m here now xx

Talia: go message them, I’m here for you and I love you xx

Choir kids

Mischa Bachinski: hello
Mischa Bachinski: oh ew full name
Mischa Bachinski: how’d I change

Head: setting!!
Head: change name
Head: new name
Head: and type your new name

Mischa Bachinski: thank you doll girl

Head: Ofc

*Mischa Bachinski has changed his name to BADEGG*

BADEGG: THATS BETTER
BADEGG: HELLO DOLL GIRL AND HELLO SISTER

Connie: Mischa!!

Head: welcome to the land of consciousness

Connie: yes welcome!!

BADEGG: WHO DO YIU BET WILL WAKE UO NEXT

Connie: Noel!

Head: my bets on Ricky

BADEGG: OOOO THAST FUN
BADEGG: I RHINK SPACE JESUS AS WELL

Connie: you don’t need to talk in all caps Mischa

BADEGG: I KMOW
BADEGG: I JUST WANT TOO!!!!

Connie: fair enough

Head: ooooo Mischa are you having dinner later?

BADEGG: MAYBE

Head: get the pizza
Head: it’s magical

Connie: I prefer the pasta honestly

Head: or when our parents bring in take out

Connie: or that yes

BADEGG: ILL GET TGE PIZZA TGEN?!!!

Connie: cooooooool
Connie: im tired
Connie: might take a nap?

Head: me too

BADEGG: ME TGEEE
BADEGG: IMS SO SOTURED

Connie: your spelling is bad

BADEGG: KEYS ARE TOO WEIRD, I DONT LIKE EMTH

Connie: or you just type to quick

BADEGG: YES

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Mischa was bored. Like so bored. There is no way to sugar coat that! He’s just insanely bored.

He’s been awake for 3 days, he can’t get out of bed, he can call Talia but only for short periods of time, he doesn’t have any games that he can play and he can hardly talk out loud to Penny and Constance. He can talk to Constance but he feels bad for Penny as her speech is slow and broken up. Oh and even though he can technically speak aloud with Constance, allowing for Penny to listen and partially join in whenever she is able to mutter out the words, he has to be careful of what he says! Which is fine because he doesn’t want to talk about the place they were sent to during “death” but at the same time, he still can’t talk about other topics that he wants to!

For example, he can’t talk about certain horror movies (such as Chucky or Annabelle) because it’s triggering to Penny and will make her freak out because of the whole doll thing and her being partially a doll in the afterlife/limbo. Then he can’t talk about many childhood memories because half of them are blocked out or sound something like “sometimes i couldn’t go to school when i was younger because my mama was so sick that i was scared that she would die whilst i was singing during assembly or doing maths” which is apparently concerning and not at all relatable…. He learned this lesson all ready. But this also limits a lot of what they can talk about as they still don’t know each other well enough for any other conversations…

Choir kids

*Chat opened at 3:39pm*

BADEGG: IM ACTUALLY SO FUCKING BORED
BADEGG: ITS BEEN THREE DAYS YO
BADEGG: I WANNA GET OUT OF BED ALREADY ‼️‼️‼️
BADEGG: WANNA WALK AROUND

Head: d0 it.

Connie: maybe don’t do it?
Connie: Penny, don’t encourage that!

BADEGG: I COULD
BADEGG: BUT IF I FALL
BADEGG: I CANT GET UP YO‼️‼️

Head: imagaiene

BADEGG: SHSUH, YIU WILL NEED A LOT OV HELP IF YOU WERE TI EVEN WNAT TO GET OUR OF BED ‼️‼️‼️

Connie: guys stop
Connie: no one is getting out of bed

BADEGG: BUT IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO BORED

head: me t0o, i am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so bored

Connie: me three, I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so bored

BADEGG: NO
BADEGG: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO BORED

head: NOOOOO I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so bored

BADEGG: NAH
BADEGG: YOU DONT EVEN GET IT!!
BADEGG: IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO 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Connie: damn XD I think you win

BADEGG: I AM BKRED
head: )92 do you typ3 s0 m@ny so’s so whickly
Head: how*

BADEGG: I DONT KNOW
BADEGG: BIREDOME!??

head: fair

BADEGG: OMG
BADEGG: WAIT
BADEGG: @connie
BADEEG: WHERE IS MAMA

Connie: at home? I think she’s brining take out to us later?
Connie: she got permission from the doctors and father Marcus to bring it to us three I think

BADEGG: YOU THINJ SHE WILK BRING GOOD MOVIES FOR RHE TV AS WELL???

Connie: I’m sure she will if you text her! Or she won’t know we want them

BADEGG: OKAY
BADEGG: THAN YOU
BADEGG: ONE MIN!!
BADEGG: ILL TETC HER

head: grrat soellingg maicha!

BADEGG: ITS MISCHA!!
BADEGG: AND YOU CSNT SAY ANGRHUNG!!!

Head: tru
Head: e

*‘BADEGG’ has opened a chat with ‘mama <3’ at 3:46pm*

BADEGG: COULD YOU BRUNG MOVIES BACK LSTER???

mama <3: sure! What movies do you guys want?

BADEGG: ONE MIN!
BADEGG: ILL ASK Конні AND DOLL GEUL

mama <3: okay xx

Choir kids

3:48pm

BADEGG: WHAT MKVIES DO WE ANAT?

Head: anistasia!!!

BADEGG: HUH

Connie: I think she means Anastasia

Head: YEA

BADEGG: OKAH COOL
BADEGG: @connie
BADEGG: WHAT ABOUT YOU

Connie: tinkerbell or pitch perfect!!!

BADEGG: OKAY COOLLLLLLLL
BADEGG: ILM TELL MAMA

mama <3

3:50

BADEGG: ANASTASUA
BADEGG: TINKER BELL OR PITCH PERFECT
BADEGG: AND SAW OR CARS‼️‼️‼️‼️

Mama <3: okay!!
Mama: I’ll be there at 5:30!!!
Mama <3: I bring food and movies!!

BADEGG: THANK YOU!!!
BADEGG: I LIVE YOU!!
BADEGG: LOVE*

Mama <3: I love you too Mischa xx
Mama <3: speak to you later xx

BADEGG: SPEAK TO YOU LATER XXXX

*chat between ‘BADEGG’ and ‘mama <3’ closed at 3:56pm*

Choir kids

3:56pm

BADEGG: SHE WILK BRUNG THE MOEVIES
BADEGG: SHE IS COMING BACK AT 5:30‼️‼️
BADEGG: THATS AGES AWAY THO!!!

Head: yeah!

Connie: we could play a game?
Connie: how about we play truth or dare?
Connie: but no dangerous stuff!!

BADEGG: SURE

Head: we can get ine of thwm geneatirers and we can all andwer questions?

Connie: sure!!!
Connie: I’ll pull one up :3
Connie: okay, question 1 is truth
Connie: *insert a screenshot of a truth or dare website, the truth question being ‘have you ever cut your own hair, what did it look like?’

Head: yes.
Head: it was a chin bob and I will NEVER do tagt again!!!
Head: twas iconic tho!
Head: I have a pic
Head: *insert of Legoland Penny*

Connie: I haven’t!! I was scared that the scissors would get stuck…. Because my aunt told me that if I ever cut my hair then the scissors will be stuck
Connie: I’m glad she did because I would of ruined my hair if I did

BADEGG: I HAVE CUT EVERBROW HAIR
BADEGG: AND SHAVED MY WHOLE HEAD OF HAIR
BADEGG: WOULD DO AGAIN!

Connie: slay! (Both of you?)
Connie: OH NEXT IS A DARE!!
Connie: only one of us should do it tho!
Connie: *insert image of a truth or dare website, the dare loaded on the screen being ‘call a pizza place claiming that they have sent you pizza with condoms inside it’

BADEGG: ILL DO IF!!

Head: d0 p-zza hunt!!

Connie: you mean Pizza Hut?

Head: Yus!

BADEGG: OKAY!!
BADEGG: WILK DO THE AMERICAN ONE TJO

Head: good
Head: fucking hate America /hj

Mischa nodded to her across the room before he pulled up the phone number to a Pizza Hut in America because he ‘didn’t want to upset the Canadian Pizza Hut because they are tasty yo!’ As well as he wanted to stay respectful to Penny and her hate for American Pizza Hut.

When he had put the number in, he put the phone on speaker and the three of them waited for someone to answer. After the sixth ring, someone answered

“Welcome to Pizza Hut, how can I assist you today?” A half arsed voice of a teenager rang through the phone

“I would like to complain about your shitty food” Mischa replied before he heard a quick answer

“Please refrain from using that language sir, and what’s your complaint” a different voice rang through, supposedly the supervisor

“Well… that’s a funny story because we actually found something inside our food which I’m pretty sure isn’t supposed to be there”

“Which would be?”

“Condoms. Now I’m not sure if they’re used-“

“Sir we need an actual response”

“Oh I’m being serious. Two bright. yellow. condoms” Mischa said before the sound of hanging up could be heard, “Bitches. Oh well! Next truth or dare!” Mischa then said as snickering could be heard

Choir kids

Connie: *insert screenshot of a truth or dare website, the truth being pulled up is, ‘do you have a crush on anyone in the group? If so who?’*

BADEGG: OH
BADEGG: I DONT THINK I HAVE CRUSH
BADEGG: BUT NOEL GRUBER IS PRETTY!! AND HE IS MY FAVOURITE

Connie: cool!!
Connie: I’m not sure if this counts as a “crush” and BTW you can’t talk about it because Ocean doesn’t know
Connie: but me and Ricky are kinda…. Dating? Well… we’ve been online dating because we don’t have much time outside of online to hang out without being caught…
Connie: so if anything, I have a crush on them

BADEGG: WHAT
BADEGG: IS THAT WHY YOU LIKED HIS NUMBER SO MUCH

Connie: yeah! Plus it was a really cool number
Connie: so inspiring
Connie: and the cat women and the lore is so interesting
Connie: you don’t even understand!
Connie: @head
Connie: what about you?

Head: if I tell you
Head: please don’t laugh

Connie: we won’t

BADEGG: WONT LAUGH!!! PROMIZS!!!!

Head: okay so
head: I think that Ocean is kinda cute and kissable and huggable and pretty and … Yeah.
Head: omg Mischa I can see you
Head: stop laughing
Head: I mean it
Head: Mischa stop laughing!

BADEGG: GINGER
BADEGG: YOU SEE GINGER AND WAHT TI GO MWAH MWAH MWAH WITH IF
BADEGG: THATS SO STUPID

head: MISCHA STOP LAUGINC.
Head: URGH
Head: IM GOING TO FIGHT YIU SOON
Head: TRUST
Head: I WILK GITE YOUR EAR OFF
Head: THIS IS WHY I DONT TELK PEOPLE THINGS

BADEGG: OW PENNY
BADEGG: WHY DID YIU TROW YOUR CUP
BADEGG: SO UN CALLED FOD

Head: DESEVEED
Head: I WILK THROW SOENTHING BIGGER NECT TIME

Connie: TIME OUT YOU TWO.
Connie: NOW.

Head: fine.

BADEGG: FINE.

5:26

Connie: mum is on her way up.
Connie: she can deal with you two.

5:37

BADEGG: Penny I am sorry.
BADEGG: didn’t mean to upset or offend you
BADEGG: I apologise

Head: you are forgiven.
Head: I apologise for throwing a cup at your head.

BADEGG: Tis okay

Connie: thank fuck
Connie: mum really works wonders

BADEGG: she threatened to take away my phone and said i was mean
BADEGG: and then got Talia on me as well

Connie: lmao

BADEGG: NOT FUNNY

head: very funny

BADEGG: WHATEVER

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No body’s sure as to what compelled them to put the news on today. It wasn’t like any of the children watched the news, the adults sometimes did but again… they didn’t really watch the news either. It was just something in the atmosphere of the hospital room that made them decide to put it on.

Maybe they decided to put it on because they hadn’t heard anything outside of their jobs and the hospital in the past few days.

Maybe it was the need for a distraction after the doctor had to go privately behind Ricky’s curtain to check on something she thought was wrong.

Maybe it was because Ricky and Noel (Noel more then Ricky) have shown signs of waking in the past few days, but Ocean hasn’t been able to.

Maybe it was the need to know something, to hopefully see something more tragic then what their kids had to go through.

Or maybe it was just to see something outside of what their routine has become.

Maybe there’s another reason but either way; they don’t know what compelled them to turn the news on at that moment on this day. Iris was almost thankful of it though.

Well, almost thankful.

She wished the children didn’t see that…news. She wishes it was just something she saw or something that only her and the fellow adults saw, but at least with them knowing it; she wouldn’t have to explain further down the road. Although she wishes that the person whom this affected knew before the other kids did. She wishes that they had an opportunity to decide on whether other people knew or not. She wishes that they had an opportunity to decide if the others got some twisted story, or the real one. She wishes that she wasn’t partially relieved that this *had* happened, but oh well…. She can’t change fate.

She’s actually surprised that this was on the news, but at the same time; they live in uranium so of course *this* would be there.

‘Two adults arrested of illegal drug possession, drug trafficking, drug dealing, child neglect and more disclosed offences. The first adult was a ginger, 5'0 female by the name of Isabelle O'Connell. The second was a blond, 5'11 male by the name of Sam Rosenberg. Their daughter Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, recently titled one of the six saints, is sat in hospital and has been taken away from the parents and put into the foster care system. We have no-more information on this case as of now. Now onto the weather report….’

Oceans parents were both arrested.

Oceans parents were taken away into police’s custody.

Ocean was taken off her parents.

Ocean was finally able to be taken into the legal care of Iris and John….

OCEAN WAS FINALLY ABLE TO BE TAKEN INTO LEGAL CARE OF IRIS ANS JOHN!!!

Iris didn’t even think before she dialled the number of who she knew was assigned as oceans case worker…. They seemed to be expecting her call as well….

I mean, of course they are going to be expecting Iris (or John) to call them up. Iris has been the one who has been reporting this for months PLUS Iris and John are the ones who have been written down as one of her medical guardians/ they’re people who have permanent permission to deal with medical expenses as well as they’re the ones who are written down as some of her emergency contacts. These people have been caring for this girl for years. Some people have genuinely thought Ocean was already adopted as their daughter before.

So yeah, they expected for Iris to call them up. They were waiting for Iris to call them up.

“Mrs Blackwood?”

“I’ve seen the news…. I would like to foster. You don’t even need to check to see if I have a licence. You know I have one. You can clearly see in records that I have recently fostered another child and that licence that was used isn’t going to go anywhere. I need to foster that girl. I need my daughter.”

“We thought you would say this. So the social worker who is assigned to Mischa has also taken on Oceans case and will be over to the hospital later on in the evening if you would wait for her. That’s when the paper work can be sorted out and eveything can start to happen.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, you can get your daughter today Iris. Congratulations because we know that there’s no way that you’re not getting her. We know you would put up any type of fight to get and keep her”

“Yes I would and thank you. Thank you so much. I’m going to go unless there’s anything else?”

“You’re welcome and nope! There is nothing else! Good luck with everything and goodbye”

“Goodbye”

When Iris finally hung up the phone and turned to face the rest of the room, there was many eyes staring at her; waiting for her to say something…. Anything. Anything at all.

“She’s going to be mine. She’s going to be ours even.” Iris just said out into the open, nodding towards her husband at ‘ours’.

This earned a delighted squeal of excitement and happiness from Constance, a cheer from Mischa and multiple congratulations from everyone else in the room; everyone beaming bright smiles even though the circumstance isn’t the best outside of the fact that Iris and John are fostering/ going to officially foster Ocean.

After John finally processed the words that Iris said, he ran over and pulled his wife into a tight hug; a sense of pride filling his chest.

3 to 5 kids in one cyclone accident is certainly wild but it seems so… perfect. way to perfect even.

“So now we have another and final child to be waiting around for, to wait until she wakes up. which means I have another excuse to stay here all day and night again. Which also means that we’re going to be able to bring some more stuff in to decorate around her bed without being halted or judged!” Iris said with a beaming grin as she walked towards Oceans bed and stroked the fiery red hair, whispering into the air, “please wake up soon darling. Your family is waiting for you”

After a while everyone went back into the usual routine as Iris and John waited for the social workers arrival.

When she finally arrived, Iris and John spent an hour filling in and going through everything that they needed/ were required to go through. They additionally talked to the social worker about all of Oceans medical files and everything important that links with that because it turns out that she (Ocean) hid a lot of her medical issues from them (such as her asthma!) for unknown reasons. So obviously, Iris and John needed to go through them.

It seemed like forever but after just that hour, they were done. She was officially their foster daughter. She was *theirs*.

Ocean was officially Iris and John’s second daughter.

Theo and Cameron finally got their second older sister, their “ginger younger but older sister not sister!!” can now just be their, “ginger younger but older sister”.

A lot of people in the Blackwood family were finally able to get that something relationship with Ocean as being an official family relationship instead of the awkward and confusing to describe relationship from before.

It was a confusing day with a some what happy outcome.

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Today was going to be an amazing day. It’s so amazing that it made Penny really fucking excited right now. Well, saying that she was ‘really fucking excited’ would be an understatement. A major understatement!!

She’s finally going to see someone who she’s been waiting to speak to for ages (no not Ocean…. she’s still in a coma! And Penny technically sees her everyday…. Just not conscious!). She’s been waiting for this from the moment she’s been awake.

I mean don’t get her wrong, she’s messaged this person a lot since she woke up but she just wishes she could see their face and hear their voice! She wishes she could hug them (even though they aren’t one for personal contact) and she wishes she could see their weird yet uniquely amazing style! She also wishes she could joke with them more because even though they have been joking over messages, joking over messages isn’t very good especially when this person gets easily distracted and doesn’t reply half way through the conversation because they saw one of their puppets and decided to make it a new cape for them!

Oh yes that’s who they are excited to see!! She’s excited to see their brother Ezra lamb! He’s amazing really! Always wears a cape! Has a voice which makes it difficult to realise when he’s joking or being serious! Has an obsession with puppets which is basically Pennys obsession with porcelain dolls but just in a different font! He is polyamorous and has both a boyfriend (who’s named George!) and a girlfriend (who’s named Cherry!)! He has also always been there for her so it’s very important and exciting to finally be able to see him today!

It’s also scary to be seeing him today…. It’s been around three weeks since she’s last seen him. Nearly a month since she last saw him actually and she’s nervous about how she looks. She knows that she’s changed slightly and probably looks scary with the casts and scars and the fact that she can barely speak. She knows it’s going to be strange but she hopes he doesn’t mind. She hopes he just looks past the stuttering and slurring of her words as she mispronounces or just can’t say some of them whilst she half says/ can manage to say others.

She hopes that she doesn’t scare him.

He’s a tough kid, don’t get Penny wrong, but she knows every person on earth has their limit and this might just be his. Just like how Penny said he’s always been there for her, she’s always been there for him. She’s been his older sister. His role model. His comfort and his protector since he was born. So maybe this will upset him… maybe this will make him break? She hopes it won’t but she has to be realistic that at some point along the line Ezra will break and the trauma that comes along with the cyclone accident might crack him…. It might even be the full break?

she doesn’t want to break him.

This is why she’s beyond excited whilst also being nervous. I don’t think she can explain it any other way. She’s just confusingly yet not confusingly feeling both of those emotions at the exact same time!

Currently she was sat up in her hospital bed, tapping her fingers against everything and anything trying to distract herself from checking the clock to count down the hours or even minutes until she sees Ezra. She was texting with Mischa and Constance but she ended up looking at the time in the corner of her phone instead of actually messaging them so she gave up with that. Then she had moved to admire anything and everything *cough* Ocean *cough* in the room for a few minutes *cough* an hour *cough*. After this, she just gave up and zoned into Mischa’s and Constance’s very lively conversation about their favourite movies as she tapped out a beat that copy’s the amount of words that exit their mouth per minute.

And this has honestly been distracting her surprisingly well!

Well until now…

She accidentally checked the clock that was on the wall above Ricky’s bed and saw that it was ten minutes until her uncle said that he would be here with Ezra! This caused for her to start becoming jittery and it caused for everything to be seemingly moving unrealistically fast as the time moved slower than humanly possible. It was confusing her so much.

“Hey Penny?” Constance anxiously asked cutting Penny from her thoughts.

“Hmm?” She hummed back in response.

“Are you okay? You’re fidgeting a lot more than normal.” The other girl asked, looking towards Penny in concern

“Oh ye-ah!” Penny started before her throat started hurting (one hundred percent caused by the excited squealing she did when her uncle said Ezra was coming today), so she signed the rest, ‘I’m just excited and nervous!!’

“Oh your brother!!”

‘Yeah! He’s coming today!! Any time now really! I’ve just been slightly freaking out about it! But in a good freaking out way!’

“What’s the child’s name?” Mischa asked, joining in on the conversation

“Ez…r-a!!” Penny brokenly spoke with a grin, as she wanted to say his name out loud as many times as possible!! Even if it was said in a slightly unusual way for her (and slightly painful)

“Yes that is my name.” A familiar voice rang out as a younger boy, with such similar features to Penny, walked into the room being guided by father Marcus.

He had his favourite puppet purposefully placed on his arm, his purple cape tied around his neck, his mid length curly hair brushed out as if Penny had done it and everything else about him being the same as when Penny had last seen him! Everything about him being familiar and warm to Penny causing a glowing grin to spread across her face.

“Ezzz!!!” She broken squealed (probably undoing any progress on her voice) as she flopped her arms out and made some sort of movement to urge him forward, towards her.

“Pentagram” Ezra replied with less outwardly express emotion (but the same amount of inside excitement) as he walked forward, towards the older girl.

‘Ezzzz it’s Pennyyyy and if you were going longer then you know it’s Penelope’ Penny signed in reply as she pout at the nickname her brother gave her.

“I’m aware. It’s funny to watch you get defensive about your name.”

‘I don’t get defensive!’ Penny signed back

“You are right now”

‘Whatever!! Can I have a hug?’

“only the once.” Ezra replied as he leaned forward slightly wrapping his arms around Penny, who at the best of her abilities tried to squish him into a big hug….. if Ezra was smiling and enjoying the hug then he will have to kill you because that is top secret information that should not be talked about or shared.

‘I missed you so much!’ Penny signed after a minute as Ezra pulled away from the hug

“It has been quiet without you. I missed you too. What happened to you?”

‘Oh my throat was cut quite badly! Then I also did something to my wrist which is why I have the brace. I also broken ribs and have like a lot of bruises and scars scattering my skin like everyone else!!’

“The roller coaster did that?”

‘When it derailed yes’

“Okay. I’m not getting on one yet then. When I am bored enough i will.”

“non of you kids are getting on another roller coaster or getting on any roller again. That includes you Ezra” father Marcus butted in as he rounded Pennys bed, hugging her before just stroking the top of her head.

“Fine. I need to tell cherry and George that you are okay.” Ezra said as he pulled out his camera, put it on the back camera and the 0.5 modification before pointing the camera at Pennys forehead and snapping a photo.

‘So you guys are all still dating?’

“Of course.” He replied as he typing out a message and sent it with the photo

‘So everything’s still the same’

“Not entirely as everything with you and our parents but yes. Other than those two things, everything’s the same.”

‘Good.’

“Is this the ginger you think-“ Ezra started as he got his puppet to point towards Ocean.

“Sh-ut u-p.” Penny brokenly spoke, catching Ezra off guard as this is the first time she had spoken since his arrival. Ezra quickly recovered from his previous shock to respond

“So it is.”

“Is n-ot.” She replied slightly more clearly

“Is too.”

“Is-“

“Is what?” Father Marcus asked

‘Is just the other female because I was telling Ezra about the choir members and told him that she hasn’t woken up and is on the worser side.’ Penny quickly signed as she pulled father Marcus’ jumper for him to focus on her before Ezra could even mutter a word

“Uh huh. That’s totally normal for you to be saying ‘is not’ too”

‘Uhhh yeah. Ezra is just…being stupid.’

“Is that comment because I have ADHD”

‘Is that because I’m a lesbian’

“Is that because I have two partners and am bisexual”

‘Is that because I nearly died’

“Touché”

‘Thought so’

“Oh I got caught selling meds again.”

‘Oh ez… you’ve gotta stop.’

“Never.”

“Okay so time is nearly over…. Say goodbye ez”

“Goodbye ez”

‘Ha ha, funny. Goodbye Ezra, i love youuuuu’

“Ew affection”

‘You love me too’

“Of course.”

“Right we’ve got to go… an hour really goes by quick”

‘Yeah it does, text me later ez’

“Of course…. I’ll miss you. Come home soon.”

‘You mean get better soon’

“Yeah. Please do”

‘Give me a hug before you leave?’

“U-uh sure” Ezra said before he moved to hug Penny, maybe he hugged her slightly harder than last name and just maybe this hug lasted longer…. But I guess we won’t know, “bye pen. And I think you are Mischa and Constance. So bye, even though I didn’t speak to you two” Ezra added as he addressed each person

“Bye puppet boy” Mischa said with a grin before Ezra replied.

“Ezra”

“But nickname”

“You can give me a nickname when I like you.”

“Uhmm bye Ezra!” Constance meekly said

“Bye Constance.”

“Right come on Ezra, we will get Burger King or McDonald’s on the way home.” Father Marcus said as he hugged his niece and guided his nephew out of the room, throwing a wave over his shoulder for the other two teens.

“He’s interesting” Constance said breaking the silence after the two had left

‘You’ll get to know him when he comes at a longer visiting hour, it was just cut short today because of speech therapy and getting my wrist looked at’

“I Like puppet boy! He’s very…. Weird but good weird!!!”

“He doesn’t like the name puppet boy Mischa” Constance hissed

“Fineeeeee. So boring” Mischa said throwing his head backwards, “OW PENNY” he then squealed at something hitting his shoulder (something being an empty bottle…)

‘He is not boring.’

“Okayyyyy not boring. But this hospital is getting boring.”

“Maybe someone will wake up soon?”

“сподіваюся, хтось буде, сподіваюся, поет. Hopefully” (hopefully someone soon, I hope Poet/ I hope someone will be, I hope a poet) Mischa replied as he turned to look at the unconscious body of the younger boy

“Hopefully Ricky” Constance mumbled being unheard as she stared over to Ricky’s bed.

‘Hopefully Ocean’ Penny signed to the two people who weren’t paying attention, her signing being seen as a futile attempt to get her opinion across as it wasn’t noticed by anyone.

Almost as if someone heard the prayers/ wishes for another person to wake up, someone’s heart monitor started to speed as coughing was heard in the room….

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It almost scared the trio at how quickly a new person started to wake up. It was almost as if someone was listening in the room and then used a magic force to wake them up, just to satisfy the kids and their wishes of another teenager from the accident to be awake. Obviously the teens know that, that is not what had happened but it’s how the teenagers are deciding it must of happened, because how did it happen so quickly? How did someone start waking up immediately after they all spoke about it? Or more specifically; How did one of them wish the waking up of this spesific person?

And more specifically…. What do the kids do?

What do they do to help the person?

What CAN they do?

Because…

They’re no adults in the room right now so they’re no adults to go over and call the doctor from that kids bed; leaving the kids as the help

Yet, Non of the kids can walk yet.

They can’t help by getting the person water to calm the coughing.

They can’t help by clicking the button to call the doctor on the side of the persons bed.

Oh wait

They have their own buttons…

As if some force was controlling all their movements -like someone had previously done in purgatory-, all the kids pressed their own buttons to call in a doctor. Well to call in the doctor who was assigned all six of the kids cases…

Doctor Luthor!

The kids are only now registering (after they all pressed the button) that by all of them calling for the doctor through the button, they might make doctor Luthor panic but oh well! This is an urgent situation!! So if some panic is needed, then so be it. Because this person needs help now!

Just like the trio thought, doctor Luthor ran through the doors in a panic with doctor Danvers and some more Doctors and nurses (one of the doctors had a name tag saying Alex Danvers? Maybe she was Kara’s- the teens mean doctor Danvers’- sister?) in a panic. They all calmed at the sight of nothing being wrong with the trio, but then snapped into action as they saw the new teen awake.

Doctor Luthor quickly dismissed everyone except for doctor Danvers (Kara, not the new one the kids saw) to leave before the two walked over to the coughing teen, who was starting to panic. Doctor Luthor let doctor Danvers lead the teen through some calming techniques to help them whilst she grabbed some water and then the charts for the child. It took a few minutes but the teen was calmer than previously as she sat on the bed with them.

The teen was able to then hold the cup of water, and the water that was left inside it, causing for doctor Luthor to know it was now appropriate to start talking and introducing herself to the child….

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As his vision finally started to clear up from the fog that previously clouded it, the sight of two woman came into view; slightly startling him.

One was a skinny and pale woman with green eyes and jet black hair. She looked quite intelligent if that was possible, she also reminded them of a black cat…. The other person was a bubbly blond woman who wore glasses and a bright smile, reminding him of a golden retriever dog….

“Are you okay sweetie? Do you want some more water?” The blonde woman asked when she noticed him just staring at the pair

“U-uh no, s-sorry who are you? W-where am I?”

“Oh right yes! There is bound to be confusion! You are currently in uranium city’s lavender memorial hospital, and my name is doctor Luthor” the dark haired woman said before the blonde finished her sentence

“And in doctor Danvers! I’m a therapist in the hospital”

“Where I’m just the doctor and surgeon. Now do you remember your name?” Dr Luthor started

“N-Noel Gruber”

“That’s great, do you know when you were born”

“The fifth of March”

“And how old are you?”

“17…?”

“That’s great Noel! So you don’t seem to be presenting as having any memory issues. Now do you know what happened on September 14th?”

“The cyclone… it broke? I think we derailed and I thought I died.”

“Yeah that is what happened, except you didn’t die! That’s the positive thing” Dr Luthor replied

“W-what about the c-choir?” Noel timidly, and in a panicked state, asked

“They are all here and alive!” Dr Danvers replied with a smile, trying to reassure him. At least Noel thinks it’s her trying to reassure him.

“A-all? W-we all made it?”

“You sure did! You guys are all fighters” Dr Luthor then said with a warm smile as she wrote something down…

This got the curiosity of Noel and he tried to move forward to see what she was writing down because it’s about him so why shouldn’t he see it? Yet when he moved… well he just couldn’t.

Not that he was being restrained, no of course they haven’t restrained him! But as he moved, some pain radiated through his chest causing for him to stop. He looked down and noticed the outline of bandages through his hospital gown and that’s when he noticed the casts that decorated the left side of his body. That’s when he really processed everything.

He was in hospital with injuries.

They didn’t just escape death with no consequence's…

They went through the whole disaster of what properly killed them without the death….

“Okay so it’s time I explain your injuries to you…” the doctor started, and thats what she did. Dr Luthor spent her time explaining Noel’s injuries and the healing plan that’s to come.

After she finished explaining everything, Noel was allowed to see everyone else.

And he couldn’t have been happier…. Well the only way he could be happier (in this spesific circumstance) would be to have everyone awake and not just the four of them, but oh well!

Noel, finally took a look at everyone’s circumstances, and both worry and relief filled his thoughts.

On one hand, everyone was breathing and 3 others were awake! Yet on the other hand, everyone was injuries and two people haven’t been able to wake up.

Of the people awake, Mischa seemed to have two broken arms (yet one of the casts ended at his wrist which seemed lucky for mischa as he had a phone rested in that hand and everyone knows he would basically die without his phone), and then he had some kind a cast on his leg. Constance seemed to have a broken arm, something wrong with her chest (Noel assumes it’s her ribs!) then her left knee, left ankle and right leg seemed to be broken as they were in a casts. Finally the new girl…. Penny? Savannah? Jane? Well which ever ones her actual name, she had bandages wrapped around her neck a wrist brace and bandages showing through her chest like Constance.

Noel isn’t going to even try to explain the last two…

“Poet! You’re awake!” A voice called out causing Noel to turn towards it…. It was Mischa!

“H-ey misch!” Noel replied with soft smile, glad to hear at least one person who he knows.

“Noel!!” “N-el” two voices called out after Noel’s response, so he turned his face towards the two voices to respond again

“Connie!! And Penny?”

“P-nny!”

“Yay I remembered!”

“Hang on. Choir chat.”

“Huh?”

“Oh the phone on the side next to you, can you reach it at all?” Connie said as she pointed towards a bedside table hand which did in fact hold a phone on it, as well as a few of Noel’s belongings. He quickly moved to grab the phone which was successful as it didn’t involve much moving dude to it being perfectly at his finger tips as she extended his arm to the side.

Once he grabbed the phone he unlocked it (due to no password being set yet), quickly fixed the no password situation and clicked on the messages…. Not seeing a group chat. Just as he was about to say something, a notification popped up at the top of his screen.

Choir kids

*Noel Gruber was added to ‘Choir kids’*

Noel Gruber: ew full name
Noel Gruber: I’m not Ocean

*Noel Gruber named changed to ‘Monique💋’*

Monique💋: much better

Connie: hiiiii

Head: heyyyy

BADEGG: HELLLO POEET

Monique💋: Hey xx
Monique💋: how long have you guys been awake?

Connie: me and Penny for like… too long now
Connie: then Mischa not long after us

Monique💋: do you not remember when you woke up?

Head: no
Head: it was just a day that was too chaotic

Monique💋: fair
Monique💋: interesting name choice

Head: thank you

Monique💋: anyway

Monique💋: anything happen whilst I was gone?

BADEGG: YEA

Connie: I’ll text it!!
Connie: give me a min to type it

Monique💋: okay pooks

Head: oj :3
Head: ik
Head: ol
Head: ok

BADEGG: OKAY

Monique💋: loving the spelling Penny

Head: Ik uts amzixng

Connie: so Mischa is now my brother because his old adoptive didn’t want him or smthin so my parents adopted him. Then oceans parents were arrested and on the news causing for her to go into care where my parents also adopted her. Uh, we nearly died but havnt? Your mum is sorting some lawsuit against the fair but we havnt heard much about that. I think I’m missing some but idk

Monique💋: woah that’s
Monique💋: that’s a lot

Head: yeah

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Cyclone Parent support group

Elaine: 4 children are now awake!

Iris: really? How’d you know? Who is it?
Iris: also that’s so relieving to hear!

Elaine: *replying to ‘Iris: really? How’d you know? Who is it?’* the hospital called me to inform me of Noel waking out of his coma!
Elaine: *replying to ‘Iris: also that’s so relieving to hear!’* yes it most certainly is!

Iris: that’s amazing!

Dawn: I’m so glad!

Father Marcus: ah! This is amazing news to hear!! That’s one more close to the full choir!
Father Marcus: Have you gone in to see him or do you have to wait for the visiting hours?

Elaine: thank you Iris and Dawn!
Elaine: also I have been in to see Noel! I’m here with all the teens now.

Iris: can I ask how they all are? I’m packing my bag to stay for the next few nights (for Ocean and because of Mischa’s next surgery as well as Connie’s next surgery!) so I’m going to be later tonight.

Elaine: yes of course you can ask!
Elaine: so Mischa is currently asleep! Him and Noel were in a deep convo, forgetting the two girls around them LOL and when I arrived they stopped so me and Noel would have a talk! He said his usual hello to me before turning to his phone and falling asleep!
Elaine: Constance is also okay! When I arrived she was doing something on her phone, I think she was reading lol. She seems tired but unwilling to take a nap and is currently sat watching tinkerbell
Elaine: then Penny seems slightly off but mostly because she seems really tired and frustrated about not being able to talk properly. But when I checked on her, she attempted to say that she was okay just bored. She actually managed to say it really well! She’s just sat with an earphone in listening to music with her eyes closed, playing with a fidget cube.
Elaine: then finally Noel is okay! He’s tired (like all the kids were after they woke up) but unwilling to sleep as he wants to check up on things. He’s currently sat on this website called “Archive of our own”.

Iris: that’s great news to hear! I’m going to get Connie to take that nap when I get there! Also Connie uses “archive of our own” a lot! It’s apparently a good educational reading website!

Elaine: that’s good then!

Dawn: I’ve just sat and read all of the chat!
Dawn: I’m glad that Noel is now awake with Constance, Penny and Mischa!
Dawn: Jerald also says he is glad and happy for you!

Elaine: thank you Dawn!
Elaine: also say thank you to Jerald on behalf of me please!
Elaine: hopefully that makes Ricky closer to awaking as well!
Elaine: and Ocean!

Father Marcus: *reply to ‘Elaine: then Penny seems slightly off but mostly because she seems really tired and frustrated about not being able to talk properly. But when I checked on her, she attempted to say that she was okay just bored. She actually managed to say it really well! She’s just sat with an earphone in listening to music with her eyes closed, playing with a fidget cube.’* thank you for this information! I’m sure it’s just sadness of having another member being awake who she can’t properly talk with yet. Soon she will have her voice back to perfection! Again thank you for telling me, I’m going to bring her a treat to cheer her up later.

Elaine: I think a treat will be nice for her!
Elaine: I’m going to go back to talking with Noel. I will talk to you all later!

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“So… did anything happen whilst I wasn’t…. Conscious?” Noel asked when he saw his mum put her phone down.

Elaine pondered the question for a few moments wanting to fully figure out what she thought Noel would need and want to know. After a few moments she spoke

“A few things I suppose. Like Iris adopting two of the others, you kids getting a lot of news attention, me cutting your dad off completely and I also called Taco Bell about the reason for your absence. They were rude at first but after a week of seeing all the news attention and coverage that you six were getting, they decided to try and be all fake sympathetic and made a meal called the Noel Gruber hungry hombre meal because they think you’re going to die. A lot of people are buying it thinking the funds are going to you.”

“Hang on. They have made that into an actual meal?!” Noel said in complete disgust and disbelief

“Yes they did but what do you mean by actual meal? Have they mentioned it before in mockery?”

“Oh sorry no, no. They haven’t mentioned it before. I just had a weird dream where they did that and it was so horrifying…. Also let’s rewind for a quick second…”

“Urm, okay”

“You cut the sperm donor off completely?”

“Well yes I did. And sperm donor? That’s a new one” Elaine laughed out

“Well that’s all he was basically good for” Noel replied with an uncaring shrug as he started picking with his nails. This made Elaine laugh and grabbed his hands to stop the picking

“That is actually fair enough. I wonder what people will think when you start referring him as the sperm donor to others” she said with a small smile, shaking her head.

“Speaking of wondering things, do you think that Taco Bell will get rid of that haunting meal now that I’ve woken up”

“Honestly? Probably not. It’s brining them in money and sympathy”

“Can’t we sue them for it?”

“Technically we could but just for your full name being used, not the meal itself. But we also shouldn’t go into another lawsuit especially with the current lawsuit against the fair”

“Oh that’s fair enough” Noel said turning away

“Is something wrong mon gentil garçon?” Elaine asked after a few heavy moments of silence

“Thinking about the fair has made me think about the accident which has made me start thinking about some things”

“Like?”

“Death.”

“Oh mon gentil garçon, maybe don’t”

“Oh not of dying more of what dying meant.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“If I died, I would die trying to hide who I truly am. You don’t like me painting my nails or putting myself out there even though I’m already out there. Also if I died, you wouldn’t know my favourite stuff. My favourite song? Movie? Colour?”

“Well your favourite song is beautiful, movie is pitch perfect? Then colour is black?”

“No, no and no. My favourite movie is the blue angel, my favourite song is Born to die by Lana del ray and my favourite colour is red! Dark red, almost blood red. You’ve just said all things I’ve either mentioned once or am forced to decorate myself with. I once told you I was watching pitch perfect, once mentioned that beautiful isn’t a bad song and the black is just the colour I painted my nails because you won’t let me do red as it’s too ‘out there’. Anyway, blacks my second favourite colour. But you don’t know this stuff or anyone else because I’m having to ‘tone it down’ or they don’t care to listen. You don’t care to listen, you’re always busy with work. Which I understand is a big thing as you’re busy and need to focus on work, but sometimes having some attention and time to hang out with me would be nice. It’s taken nearly dying for me to realise who upsetting what you do is” Noel ranted before looking up at his mum who was just staring at him

“I’m sorry. I just tell you to tone it down because I don’t want you to get bullied!”

“Mum I get bullied anyway! I got bullied for being gay before I even realised I was and then was bullied more when I realised I was because someone went through my locker, saw my note book and found my confession when I realised I was in fact gay! People then bullied me because I’m ’not just gay looking but actually gay’. It doesn’t make a difference whether I paint my nails red or have the ends of my hair dyed or if I wear makeup. I get bullied anyway”

“Noel I didn’t realise-“

“Because you didn’t pay attention. You only cared if I wasn’t toning ‘it’ down”

“Noel I’m… I’m sorry. I’ll try, I promise I’ll try. I’ll take a break for a minimum of an hour a week. I’m sorry”

“Which is great, and I’d like that so thank you. But what if I had died. You wouldn’t have had that chance. What if I died and realised how much it actually was affecting me and had to live for all of eternity with the anger that I never told you.”

“Which is upsetting I understand. I’m sorry. I’ll try and change, if it’s upset you that much then I want to stop. Maybe we can start slow so that it is an appropriate change to us both. We can start doing more stuff you want without overwhelming you. Maybe start with different coloured nail polish then?”

“Yeah.. yeah I’d like that.”

“I can bring some in every few weeks for you and the choir, sorta like a little activity for you guys to do? Sound fun?”

“Yeah I suppose”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I’m just… never mind. It’s stupid.”

“Nothings stupid, what’s wrong?”

“I- I’m tired. I’ve spent weeks asleep and within a few hours of being awake, I’m tired.”

“That’s not stupid mon gentil garçon, that’s expected. You’ve gone from doing nothing to suddenly doing a lot of things. Your body needs to get re-use to it before you’re able to stay awake for the length of time that you use to. Go to sleep, you need it”

“Okay, okay I will. Je vous aime (I love you)” Noel said as he closed his eyes, leaving Elaine to herself for a bit.

Elaine kissed Noel on the head before going back on her phone.

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Cyclone Parent support group

Elaine: have we considered bringing in normal teenage things (other than movies and books) for the kids?

Iris: we actually haven’t yet?
Iris: what were you thinking?

Elaine: I was just thinking of things like nail polish, bracelet makers, some of the kids hobbies etc.. You know, things they use to do but haven’t since the accident.

Iris: oh yeah
Iris: we could do that
Iris: how’d you think of it?

Elaine: Noel mentioned some things and brought up nail polish
Elaine: it might not be the thing for Mischa but I think the girls could also like it?

Iris: yeah that sounds reasonable

Elaine: should we talk more about it later?

Iris: yeah that would be best!
Iris: see you soon! (John is driving us there now!)

Elaine: okay! See you soon!

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He isn’t deceased.
He isn’t a deceased saint Cassians chamber choir member.
So he isn’t dead…...
He isn’t dead…..
He isn’t dead….
He isn’t dead…
He isn’t dead..
He isn’t dead.
He is not dead.
He did not die in the cyclone rollercoaster accident.
He, Richard Alfie Potts, wasn’t dead. Yet he doesn’t think he’s exactly alive?

He can hear things, he doesn’t know what the day was when he started hearing them but he can hear them. He can also feel things.

He can hear the voice of his mother and father wishing on his awakening, praying for him to respond back. He can hear the choir talk about things. About himself. About Ocean. Use to be about Noel, but it seems like Noel has woken up.

They talk a lot Ricky’s observed. They talk about regrets from the past, things they plan on doing, things they wish that they have done soon. They talk about gossip and fixations. About guilty pleasures and secrets. They talk a lot.

Then the feeling. He can feel his mother’s hand. He can feel the fluffy blankets on him. He can feel the headband. He can feel the doctor’s doing checks on him. He can feel the cannula. He can feel the tube in his nose. He can feel casts on his legs.

He can feel everything.

Now maybe someone who is in this predicament would hate it or just dislike it. Ricky doesn’t actually mind it much.

He has a neutral opinion on it he supposes. There’s things that he loves, things he hates, things he doesn’t really care about.

He loves the ability to be able to daydream without anyone going “Ricky pay attention!” “Ricky you’re zoned out” etc.. These things didn’t always happened but at the same time they did. He got away with day dreaming at school alot (bar choir sadly) but not at home. At home his mum would constantly nag him for it.

“Ricky instead of zoning out why don’t you do art?” “Ricky have you fed the cats or were you zoned out again?” “How about you come and watch tv with me instead of zoning out”

And don’t get Ricky wrong, he loves his mum so he’d love to spend time with her or draw or feed the cats…. But day dreaming is something he also kinda loves. Day dreaming helps him come up with ideas for his drawings. Day dreaming helps him come up with plot lines for his fan fiction projects that he posts across archive of our own and other platforms. Day dreaming allows him to travel to the land of Zolar where he is not Ricky but a space aged bachelor man.

….hes getting off track.

He also loves the ability to hear things.

He likes being able to hear the choirs voices because it shows him that they are alive and safe. He knows that they are there and he’s able to hear that they are recovering.

Somethings he’s confused about things such as:
What happened to oceans parents?
What does everyone look like with their injuries? (After hearing so much about it)
Who’s where in this room?
And so many more questions he wants the answer to.

But he knows that he will find the answer when he wakes up. He knows that he can live a bit longer without knowing the answer.

Ricky also loves that he’s able to hear whilst stuck in the coma because he is at least able to know everything that’s going on. Even if he doesn’t know everything from before he started to be able to hear and feel things.

Things he’s neutral about is the ability to feel everything.

Why?

Well because he dislikes yet likes some things about it.

He really dislikes the feeling in general. Sometimes it’s itchy and he can’t do anything about it but sit there overwhelmed by the sensation to the point that he wants to cry, unable to do so, causing for many more heavy emotions to sit on his chest. Sometimes things will move slightly causing pain and discomfort which causes even more heaviness to sit on his chest.

But he likes being able to feel something. It keeps him grounded in the times when he gets too into his head; the times he’s stopped daydreaming and instead started to overthink everything. The ability to feel things reminds him that he is still here, he is still alive and safe.

And he thinks the ability to feel grounded, safe and alive outweighs the bad stuff. Even if the bad stuff has overwhelming consequences.

The thing he hates out of this whole thing, is the fact that everyone is in the hospital. The fact that they still went through the accident and all have severe injuries. The fact that he personally can’t be with his cats. The fact he can’t be reading at home right now (even if it’s a ridiculous time of day/night for someone to be reading). Oh there’s another one, the fact he doesn’t know the time.

He just hates the fact that the choir went through death and had some what come to accept their fate of not being brought back to life just to be thrown back into the horrifying mess of the accident, all thinking that they were dying (they definitely felt like they had died in the seconds that the horrifying pain had hit them) to only then go and live past the accident with the consequences of the injuries that plague their bodies. Ricky hates it. He thinks that’s unfair.

They had all accepted their fate. Come to terms with death.

But now? Now they’re all sitting in a hospital, waiting and waiting and waiting for the day that they will heal enough to leave and try to go back to something of normality. Even if it’s not normal.

But other than this? Other then this, he doesn’t hate the coma. He’s just waiting for it to end, waiting for the day he can wake up. Waiting for the day he’s able to hear a full conversation instead of shutting back off during it.

He’s waiting to be able to do everything.

He’s waiting to start his second chance at life.

Even if he hasn’t properly started it yet he’s glad for it.

He, Ricky Potts, is glad for his second chance at life; he’s glad to be alive.

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The choir think one of the last two members will awaken soon, like really soon. Well that’s at least what they have all heard muttered from doctor to doctor. What they’ve heard passed along through the hospital ward to everyone relevant to working on the case.

They know that they aren’t supposed to know this information incase of something going wrong but they couldn’t help it. All it took was one noisy intern listening in on a conversation that they shouldn’t have, finding out this news and loudly whispering it to another intern outside of the choirs door and boom. All of them knew.

They each have their bets on who it is.

Constance and Noel have a bet that it will be Ricky! Mischa isn’t giving an opinion saying he wants to “observe before making his bet”. Then finally Penny has a bet (or a hope) that it will be Ocean.

Penny prays that it is Ocean actually. She knows that she doesn’t know Ocean but… Ocean picked her. She just wants to thank her…

Constance also wishes for Ocean to wake up but at the same time… having Ricky be awake first would be nice.

Being able to interact with the choir before Ocean wakes up would be nice.

What if Oceans not changed…

“Guys” Constance said, cutting through the voices that were filling the room.

“Yes?” Mischa replied with curiosity as he turned away from Noel, stopping his rant on why observing the behaviours first would be better, to turn and look towards Constance; giving her his full attention.

The rest of the (awake) choir turned to Constance as well.

“What if Ocean’s not changed, what if she’s a….” Constance took a pause to think of her words before wincing “a bitch still.”

“I never thought about that before” Noel said before pursing his lips to think about it.

“Nah, orphan changed… I think. What she said about Ricky, you, doll girl at the start of that place was not mad wicked awesome. But that end speech, ‘twas dope. Tears in eyes.”

“I mean I get what Constance means… like what if she uses living past the accident in an ego boosting way…. What if she uses it as a ‘we are all alive because I made the correct decision’ what if she thinks we are alive because she picked the correct person…?”

“I h-pe she… w-n’t” Penny attempted to say, a frown etched on her face.

“We can hope she’s not but she might be… Anyway, I’m just saying, it would be nice for Ricky to wake up first so we can have time as a five before knowing whether she’s a… bitch or not.”

“I suppose you’re right, maybe Ricky waking up first would be nice. Gives us time to ourselves before we have to face Ocean if she ends up being an absolute bitch”

“Well not only that but I also miss him. So I would like Ricky to wake up first… just so I don’t have to wait any longer”

“You still need to explain how you two started dating and how no one knew…. Also why you didn’t kiss or anything in purgatory”

“That’s a story for a different day but the purgatory was just because we didn’t want anyone to know… but you saw how we were during his song! I mean the part where we were all faking having sex, I was the front of the line!”

“Why would you tell us now though? Why hide it during purgatory but then tell us now?” Noel asks in curiosity

“Second chance at life, don’t wanna ruin it by staying in the dark about all the same things from before…”

“Fair enough”

“I bit a ch^nk of a g-ys f-ce off”

“What the fuck.”

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She isn’t deceased?
She isn’t a deceased saint Cassians chamber choir member?
So she isn’t dead……
Why isn’t she dead…..?
Why isn’t she dead….?
Why isn’t she dead…?
Why isn’t she dead..?
Why isn’t she dead.?
Why is she not dead??
Why did not die in the cyclone rollercoaster accident?
Why did she, Ocean rain river O’Connell Rosenberg, not die.

She knows she’s not dead because she can feel things. She can feel pain. She can feel when people touch her (to move her or to stroke her head or to hold her hand). She can feel the weight of some of the blankets on top of her. The bandages that are wrapped around her body. The Casts that weigh on her legs and arm. The Cannulas that go into the back of her hand. Some type of tube in her nose. A lot of other things as well.

Now if she were dead, she wouldn’t be feeling these things at all because she’d be…. Well dead.

As well as being able to feel things, she started to be able to hear things. A varied amount of things.

Heart machines and other machinery that beeps quite annoyingly and quite frequently.

Random people; maybe the doctors?

The choir. Well what is awake of the choir.

The choirs parents. Not hers she’s noticed… She doesn’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse. Probably both.

She is glad that aren’t embarrassing her but she also wishes they were here… they are her parents at the end of the day so sometimes she wishes that they would have a reality check and remember about her for five flipping seconds! Sometimes she wishes that they would be here whispering sweet nothings into her hair as they pray to God for her to wake up...

Anyway, voices.

She can hear the choir a lot more than any other voice and they talk a lot. They talk about a lot of different topics such as their favourite tv shows, movies and video games. They talk about their health experiences so far and what surgeries that will be having. They talk about the recovery and will help to give each other courage when one of them is feeling too down for any of the therapies that day. They will talk about things they miss and things they’re glad for… they also talk about the “asleep” or “the coma” people.

More specially, They talked about her…

It was the first thing she heard when she woke up; something said about her. Surely that has to be something everyone dreads isn’t it? Going into a coma and the first things you can process or hear being negative words spoken about you… I mean what Ocean first heard was horrible in her opinion…

“What if Ocean’s not changed, what if she’s a… a bitch still.” Were the first words Ocean was able to hear and process. She can’t remember much of that memory, she was only able to hear for a really short while, up until she heard “it would be nice for Ricky to wake up first”. Then she just went back into the state she was in before. And don’t get anything twisted because that sentence in itself didn’t make her go back into a nothingness void. she went back into the nothingness void because of something she had no control over. She was and is still in a coma at the end of the day, she doesn’t control anything.

Plus, that sentence wouldn’t do anything as negative as sending Ocean into a state of having nothing. By nothing she means no thoughts, no feeling, nothing to hear. Just nothing. And the reason that sentence wouldn’t do that is because she agrees with it..

Ricky should wake up before her.

All of them should (and so far have).

If Ocean was 100% truthful right this second she would say how she shouldn’t be alive at all. In fact, she should never wake up. The Choir should wish on her never waking up and God should listen to them by taking her soul out of her and sending it away into some deep winding hole that isn’t visible by most.

And yes, she needs to go to hell. She was a horrible human to all those rockstars.

She didn’t even bother to get to know her own bff, her own bestest friend. She was completely condescending, horrible and rude to her, disregarding her feelings and trapping her with herself. Connie- no- Constance didn’t deserve that? Constance deserves to be able to be free without Ocean…. Without oceans entrapment forcing her to be someone she wasn’t.

She babied someone else so much even though they were older than her because of something they had no control over. She made them feel inhuman and she really underestimated them.

She stereotyped another just because her first interaction with him wasn’t the most pleasant thing ever (and because of the reason she found out was behind why he had to come into choir in the first place).

Then she was so homophobic to someone who use to be her closest friend. To someone who even when she was still agonisingly horrible to them, they would offer her a quiet room whenever she needed it or a place to stay when everything was too much.

She didn’t even remember another person. Couldn’t even remember a singular name or a hint of an existence of them.

Someone who did all of that, doesn’t deserve heaven. Especially when they haven’t done anything to fix it.

…She’s off track but to sum up what she’s trying to say, Ocean can hear and feel everything which is how she knows she’s not dead right now.

And being able hearing and feeling all of this is something that she has quickly discovered that she doesn’t like one bit.

It’s painful.

Agonising.

In fact, Ocean hates that she’s able to hear and feel things whilst in the coma. Why can’t she respond, interact and be involved with everything going on?

Why can she only be able to hear tiny parts of conversations before she shuts off again?

Why is she alive at all?

Yes, having a new opportunity at life is exciting.

Yes this new opportunity gives her a chance to change and make everything right.

But what if she’s unable to truly change? If her own friends…? Don’t believe she can change, then maybe she truly can’t.

Maybe this second chance isn’t worth it.

This second chance isn’t deserved for her.

She doesn’t want to take the second chance.

She hates the fact she has a second chance, even if she hasn’t properly started it yet, she knows she hates it.

She, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg , is upset for her second chance at life; she’s not glad to be alive.

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Things work in magical and beautiful ways sometimes…. Well at-least Beautiful for certain people.

Plans go as they want them to. Everything becomes satisfying.

Maybe some things happened later than anticipated (like them waking up) but their plans still work and the world is still spinning so they class it as a win-win.

That’s why this teens awakening may just be the best one…

It was 6:30, half an hour before the kids would be woken up by the doctors to do the usual ‘checks’ on them, and Iris was twitching. Well fidgeting with things…

She couldn’t sleep all night due to a heavy feeling in her stomach that something would happen. She wasn’t sure if this something would turn out positive or negative but she stayed up either way. So instead of sleeping that night, she spent the time doing random things; putting a French braid into Oceans hair, cleaning the kids side tables by organising them, reading, checking on the other parents in the group chat (even if non responded), going to the vending machine to buy everyone a sugary drink for the morning (whilst also buying herself a coffee and a chocolate bar) and a few other things she can’t remember.

After doing all of this, she’s found herself sat on a chair, in between Constance’s and Ocean’s bed, mindlessly thinking as she was looking over all the kids. The atmosphere inside was silent bar the heart machines of each kid, and Iris wasn’t going to break it by talking to herself…. Luckily she seemed to not have to.

She took a long time to look over her three, then at Penny, then at Noel before turning to Ricky and seeing him blinking sleep out of his eyes as he looked around…

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Ricky was sat thinking like usual, his thoughts jumping from one thing to another before he realised that everything doesn’t feel as…. Heavy (?) as normal. Like his eyes don’t feel as if they’re being forced together; it feels as if he’s keeping them closed himself. As if it is his choice and not because of the coma he seems to be in.

So he opened them and….

It worked!!

He could actually see everything… well he could see as good as he could with his eyes blurred due to sleep.

It took him a few moments of blinking and looking around before everything came to him clearly. That’s when he noticed a figure, who looked a lot like Constance, approach him.

“Hi Ricky! I’m Iris, Constance’s mum! Let me just click the button here to call the doctor in for you… I’m glad to see that you’re awake” the older woman, Iris, said with a warm smile as she pressed some button that was out of his current reach.

After a few moments, a doctor with jet black hair quickly walked into the room with a massive gin on her face.

“Hi Richard, I’m glad you’re awake! Let’s talk” the woman said as Iris stepped out of the way, and the curtain around them was closed, “just before we start, my name is doctor Luthor and I’m assigned to all of you and your choir mates cases. Anyway, I know I just said your first name but do you remember your full name?” She asked immediately.

So due to her getting into the ‘start’ so quickly, Ricky decided to copy her and try to sign back to her question (and any more she might have) as quickly as possible (not saying the signing will be amazing though as he only has the ability so sign with one hand).

‘Yes, Richard Alfie Potts’ he signed

“And how old are you?” She then asked after nodding at his response

‘17’

“Birthday?” She asked with an eyebrow raise

‘June 5th’

“And this one you don’t have to respond to, so just sign ‘I don’t want to’ if you know but don’t want to say, but do you remember what happened to you and your fellow choir members on September fourteenth?”

‘Rollercoaster accident.’ He simply signed not wanting to go any further into detail.

“Yes, that is exactly what happened.” The doctor replied with a smile before continuing, “now I’m just going to explain your injuries then go and update charts and call your parents!”

The doctor, dr. Luthor, said before she did!

Basically Ricky has now lost all usage of his legs and is going to be forced into a wheelchair; something he refused to use before, even though he knew it would be easier. He hates the wheelchair because people, who he doesn’t want, like to push him in it without his given permission. It’s so fucking annoying. But other than that, he’s just got a broken arm which is practically healed, broken ribs which are also nearly healed as well as a major spinal injury and two fully broken legs (the reasons he is wheelchair bound.).

After the doctor left, Iris came over to give Ricky a phone (which when she gave it to him, she had mentioned about adding him into the choirs group chat through Constance’s phone, which sparked an idea) and to speak with him for a bit. Then, when the time his 6:55, Ricky asked Iris if she could help him with his idea…

Since the doctor finished speaking with him not long before the “checks” Ricky didn’t need to have any done (for an hour at least) so he was able to do this plan. Iris quickly closed Ricky’s curtain to give the illusion that the doctors were in there just checking on some addition things before she snook on Connie’s phone and added Ricky.

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Choir kids
6:56

*Richard Potts was added*
*Richard Potts changed username to ‘Bachelorman’*

Bachelorman: *level up bitches🖖*
Bachelorman: *perks
-> + unlocked awesome
choir member
-> + unlocked new
Level
-> + new perks
Unlocked
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After Ricky had done that, he just sat and waited.

He slowly heard each choir member get up (except for one voice? Was he not the last one awake?) and he suddenly got really excited.

There was no indication of any of the choir members knowing that Ricky had woken up yet, until a massive and distinct squeal of pure excitement rung around the room.

“OH MY GOD, IS RICKY AWAKE???Came the voice of Ricky’s love, his goddess, his cat woman, his Sugarcloud; Constance Blackwood now knew he was awake.

Within a split second after Constance excitedly squealed that, Iris Blackwood opened up Ricky’s curtain revealing him to the whole choir (bar Ocean who was lying with her back turned away from Constance and towards Jane- no savannah- no! It was Penny! She was turned towards Penny).

After Ricky processed that her name was Infact Penny, he turned (as good as he could) to catch everyone’s expressions. Noel was shocked but smiling. Mischa was just grinning wildly. Constance was almost crying tears of (what he hopes is) happiness. Then Penny was just smiling contently!

‘Hi love’ Ricky signed to Constance before blowing her a kiss which she smiled at

“Hi love” she replied back, just like he had said to her as she made heart hands towards him.

“As much as you two are cute, let’s go to the group chat now to fill Ricky in on everything yeah?”

“Oooo yeah of course!”

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Choir kids

7:21

Connie: I’ll just copy what I sent to Noel when he rose from the dead
Connie: (but make like one change cuz you’re not Noel)
Connie: so Mischa is now my brother because his old adoptive didn’t want him or smthin so my parents adopted him. Then oceans parents were arrested and on the news causing for her to go into care where my parents also adopted her. Uh, we nearly died but havnt? Noel’s mum, Elaine, is sorting some lawsuit against the fair but we havnt heard much about that. I think I’m missing some but idk

Bachelorman: what part did you change?
Bachelorman: also wild. That’s just…. Wild

Connie: *replying to: Bachelorman: what part did you change?* oh I changed “your mum” to “Noel’s mum, Elaine,”
Connie: because she’s not your mum

Bachlorman: okay fair enough

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They were healed enough!

Well three of them were healed enough to finally be able to properly get out of bed! This may not seem like a lot but they are very excited and happy about this!

This would mean that:

Finally Constance will get the opportunity to be able to go over to Ricky and hug him and yes!!

Mischa will finally get the opportunity to get out of this “whacky boring” bed and do whatever he wants to do!

And finally Penny will get to move and interact closer with the choir! (In other words, Sit closer to oceans bed and hold her hand as she whispers things to her Incase she can hear in her coma. Penny thinks if she does this then Ocean will be draw to her or at least not be as awkward around her when she awakens).

Anyway, the reason all of them can get out of bed is actually simpler than one would think!

Constance can get out of bed because her casts have been changed so that her knees can now bend, causing for her to be able to (with help of an adult) move inside a wheelchair to then move around. She also had her arm cast removed completely causing usage with it! The doctors additionally want her to have this opportunity so soon after her casts being removed due to of how long she’s been awake and bed ridden.

Mischa has finally had the cast taken off of his (better healed) arm and his fractured leg due to them both being fully healed now (well the leg was healed a week prior but no one really spoke about that)! The reason he hadn’t been walking previously is due to the inability to use crutches when he had two mostly un-functional arms. Even having just one arm not functioning properly can be a struggle with crutches.

Penny was also able to start walking! The only reason she hadn’t was due to personal fear of her neck injury after she scared herself into thinking she’ll snap her neck if she walks. The doctors also let her stay in bed for personal comfort of starting to walk with some other people (and wanting her to rest after the traumatic event).

So they were going to do just that starting from today!

Honestly Constance was probably the most excited out of the trio about getting out of bed. She had been waiting since they told her when the casts were getting changed. Like waiting.

She would send daily reminds to the choir about when it was happening, she even reminded Mischa when he was getting his cast changed (a few days before her) and even though he could walk, because he saw how excited she was and he wanted her to not feel any sadness about him walking and not her, he didn’t walk until she could. It was probably the most cute, wholesome thing that he did so far.

Well he did more but still!!

This was honestly a “top 10 Mischa wholesome moments” moment.

But anyway, Constance was the most excited which is why they started with her!

It was 10am when the doctors came in to help. Well by doctors, it was just Dr. Danvers and Dr. Luthor but the point still stands that doctors came in to help. Anyway, the pair came in at 10am and had brought a wheel chair with them (as well as two sets of crutches) for Constance, setting it next to her bed before talking her through how they were going to help her out. Then they re-spoke the steps as they helped her and soon enough, she was in a wheelchair ready to wheel around.

Then the pair moved over with the two crutches to Penny. They explain to Penny (and Mischa since he was paying attention and had needed to hear) that she (and Mischa) were being given crutches just because of how long she’s not walked for, and that in a week or so she will be free to walk without them.

Then they helped her to swing her legs around the side of the bed and with support from both the two doctors, she stood up and slipped her arms inside the crutches.

The doctors stood with her for a few seconds before Dr. Luthor let go then, after a few more seconds, Dr. Danvers did as well. At first Penny stumbled a bit, her legs nearly buckling under her, but luckily Dr. Danvers (having a quicker responding time after working with this on a regular basis) was quick to put a hand around her waist to keep her up right.

After that, they spoke to Penny about putting pressure onto the crutches fronts to keep her up right and she had another attempt. Which worked!

Then they moved to Mischa and realised one struggle… he could only use one crutch. He had a cast still on one arm which causes struggles a lot.

They decided that they would still let him have a go with one crutch as his legs are technically “still working”.

Which ended up being a good decision!

He was able to easily use the crutch, even stating that he didn’t need it. This made the doctors contemplate before Dr. Danvers made the overall decision to disregard that but bring the date to stop using the crutches to in a few days, rather than weeks if Mischa is so confident.

The doctors then moved to outside the room where they could comfortably sit and watched the trio navigate moving around. By comfortably, the doctors mean that they moved enough away that the trio don’t feel uncomfortable and restricted but the doctors can see clearly enough that they could quickly move towards the kids if anything were to happen.

They also picked up some notes about watching the pairs.

The young girl called Constance moved towards Ricky. Holding his hands as she kissed each one and started talking to him in what they assume is a hushed manner (they wouldn’t know if it was hushed or not because they aren’t close enough to hear anything unless loudly spoken/yelled to them). Anyway, they think there is something romantic happening between the pair as Ricky blushed when she did so (kissed his hands), and then later on moved his hands to sign “I love you” to the young girl, before putting his hands back in hers.

Then Mischa moved towards Noel’s bed, before sitting on it and talking with him. He used quite a lot of hand movements, specifically clicking his fingers as she shook his working hand and bringing his hand to his mouth in a “cooly shocked” way. They assume there’s also something going on there but they also don’t think so. Noel definitely seems to have some form of crush! When Mischa spoke about something, Noel blushed and would fiddle with his fingers or wipe at his face to hide the blush. They can’t be so sure on any returned feelings though as they know Mischa has some form of partner.

Finally Penny moved to sit in the empty seat next to oceans bed, holding her hand as she attempted to say broken words. Words that the doctors can confidently say are more clear than they were a few weeks prior. Her voice had been improving through all the therapies from the past couple of weeks. Anyway, the doctors can’t make many observations about this pair. Penny might of sat with her out of guilt and not wanting to intrude but it could easily be a “I’m waiting for my girlfriend to wake up thing”. All the doctors know is that at one point, Kara- they mean Dr. Danvers, saw Penny look around to see if anyone was paying attention before moving to kiss Ocean’s hand…

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October 4th

Constance couldn’t wait to go to Ricky! She was so excited about it to the point where she felt like she could black out from the moment of pure joy and excitement, but managed to refrain herself until everyone (who could get out of bed) was out of their beds and able to go to where they want.

So as soon as Mischa was walking and the doctors had left, Constance practically flew herself to Ricky’s bedside. No hesitation possible

She really wished she could take their face into her hands and kiss them for at least one hundred hours (even though that’s not 100% possible due to them having to breathe) straight, without having to care about anyone else being there judging them. She wishes she could climb into their bed and cuddle them until she had to physically get dragged away.

There was just so much stuff she wished she could do with them, but holding their hands and being able to kiss him is good enough for now she supposes.

Ricky seemed to be in the same boat as her (with the disappointment due to the lack of the ability to do what they please right now) but Constance didn’t have to worry about any upset because after she kissed his hands, she saw a very prominent blush paint their cheeks her favourite rosey colour. Seeing Ricky blush made Constance blush actually, she knew she had one because she could feel her cheeks warm up and Ricky’s smile grow a little bit more (if that was even possible).

She knew that she had so many days now that she could spend with Ricky like this, but she wanted this moment to last forever.

“Hi honey” Constance finally spoke with a soft smile gracing her face, “I’m so happy that I finally get to come over and actually sit with you. Texting is good because it’s what we’re use to but when I can actually be with you, texting seems like a punishment.”

Ricky heard her words and smiled down softly at her, nodding in agreement before moving his hands away from holding hers to sign a response.

‘God I love you so much precious’ Ricky signed with a loving look shining in their eyes before he took Connie’s hands back into his own, missing the warmth from before.

“I love you too my space sweetheart” Connie replied back as she kissed his hands one more time. Well not one more, but just again! No one could properly count the amount of times that Constance kissed his hand and he kissed hers…. They just wish they were able to kiss each other on the lips…. Soon hopefully

Soon….

October 5th

It was the second day that the trio were able to walk, and today was the day that Mischa attempted and succeeded (because in his words he’s “too swag for a nurse to get him out of that whack bed, no offence Конні you’re also very swag! I just have better swag legs that work and your very mad wicked awesome ones do not work yet!”) got out of bed unassisted!

He was actually so proud of himself (though he would never admit that).

He decided that since Constance went to Ricky again, he would go to Noel. Especially because Penny was still asleep and Ocean was in a coma. He’s sure it’s boring talking to someone who can’t talk back is actually really boring.

Anyway so he went to Noel which was only a few steps because their beds are next to each other, but it’s not his bed at the end of the day so he doesn’t mind only moving a few steps. Then sat down on his bed.

“Poet!” Mischa said with enthusiasm as he sat down.

“Hey misch” Noel said with a smile, even though the pair were just texting.

“Misch? Did you miss my ‘aa’ on the end of that?” Mischa said, using his hand to wave when he said ‘aa’

“no silly, it’s a nickname. I’ll change it if you want?” Noel said with a smile gracing his lips.

“no no, I like it” Mischa said with a nod, “misch… not been called that much before.” He said with a smile

“I’m glad that I’ve been one of the first? Does no one else have nicknames for you?”

“I mean Talia calls me любов, means love! But not much else” Mischa replied with a grin, he didn’t care about only having one nickname by his Talia; he’s glad he has one in the first place.

“That’s cute, you two are cute” Noel replied, a silent though of ‘I wish I could also be cute with you’ hanging off the tip of his tongue, but not making it out his mouth.

“We may be cute but you’re pretty!” Mischa said without a second thought

“Pretty?”

“так, you- you do your hair nice, wash face, don’t smell and look good! Pretty!”

“T-thank you misch”

“no, never apologise for me telling the truth”

“O-okay”

“Talia is also very pretty, but you’re also pretty! Clearing that up.” Mischa said with a bit of panic that he might of implied that Talia is not pretty; she is VERY pretty.

She is the prettiest woman Mischa has ever seen, in the romantic sense. Her eyes sparkle in both the light and dark; Mischa dreams about them often. Her lips are always a blush pink colour and she never has to wear make up because everything about her appearance is pretty without it. Whenever she does wear makeup, it’s just to enhance the natural beauty of her; never to change her appearance.

“I know Mischa, you must think of her highly to blush like that” Noel said in a teasing tone, a slight jealousy in his tone but not too much jealousy because he thinks it’s sweet.

“I do think of her highly. She’s like the god of my world. If there was a god out there, Talia would be his chosen angel who’s graced this earth. She’d be just as important as Jesus” Mischa said with a soft smile gracing his lips.

“I can tell” Noel giggled before speaking again, “anyway, what do you wanna do?”

“Wanna play dress to impress on Roblox and vote each other five stars” Mischa asked with a smirk

“I thought you’d never ask” Noel said with a giggle as they loaded into dress to impress (something they could have done sat in their own respective beds, but I mean…. Noel’s not complaining about it) and started playing the game…

Mischa returned to his own bed 4 hours later after his phone died mid-game…

October 6th

Pennys eyes fluttered open at some point around lunch time. She had tried to go back to sleep but the laughter and chatter that filled the room forced her unable to do so. Yes she had originally gone back to sleep after being woke up early (for the morning checks), but she just wanted to sleep for a little bit more.

Since she obviously couldn’t sleep (as said before), she decided to force herself into waking up to see more clearly.

As her vision started to allow her to see more stuff in a better state, she started to process everything around her.

Noel and Connie were surprisingly talking with each other today; seems like they’ve switched from the usual duos that they’ve separated themself into, to different ones today. This causes for Ricky and Mischa to be with one another.

There was also Iris and Elaine stood talking to one another near Ocean; Iris stood next to Ocean bedside holding her hand whilst Elaine stood next to her talking passionately with her hands flying around. Penny couldn’t tell exactly what was being said except for “lawsuit” “false claims” “taking longer” and other words that were meaningless to her.

When Penny had come to proper senses, she had sat up and shimmed herself to swing her legs over the bed; wanting to get out of it but being unable to without a little bit of help. Luckily, Iris heard movement from Pennys side of the room and turned her head towards the girl.

When she saw the younger girl, she nudged Elaine who stopped speaking and also turned her attention towards her.

“Good afternoon Penny! did you sleep well?” Iris asked with a smile as Elaine also turned her attention towards the young girl, a soft smile gracing her face to match Iris’.

“Y-es th’nk you” Penny replied with a smile before Iris started speaking again.

“That’s good! Anyway, we were actually waiting for you to wake up! We’re getting you guys a treat and wanted to know if you would like us to get what you asked for last time, or if you want something different?”

“The s’me please” Penny said, amazingly being able to pronounce more than one word fully in that sentence!

“Of course! And before we go would you like help to get out of bed or are you staying?”

“Help o’t please” Penny replied with a small smile as Iris let go of Ocean’s hand, and rounded her bed to get to Penny. From there, iris grabbed the two crutches that were leaning against the wall and brought them to the younger girl.

That’s when Penny took one and used it to pull herself up whilst Iris slipped the other crutch onto the girls empty hand/arm.

“T-ank you” Penny replied as Iris nodded.

“Right kids” Iris said slightly louder to get everyone attention towards her, “me and Elaine are going now, we will be back in an hour!” She said as everyone nodded in response before Iris quickly went and hugged everyone (something that she has now turned into a habit and something no one feels awkward about anymore because they’ve just accepted that she will hug them).

Once she finished hugging everyone, she (and Elaine) quickly left the room leaving Penny to her own devices.

Penny contemplated going and talking with everyone else but the lonely body of Ocean made her decide against that. Of course Ocean isn’t asking for her to spend time with her, but surely it will provide comfort to her mentally if she can feel someone’s presence.

Like imagine if she can hear and feel? If she can hear and feel things but never near her, surely she would feel lonely and isolated? Penny doesn’t want that! She’s spent so much of her life being isolated! Especially in her old school… people didn’t like her there. They said she’s was weird… anyway, Penny knows what it’s like to be isolated and she doesn’t want that feeling for Ocean ever.

So, Penny being Penny, made her way to sit in the chair next to Ocean’s bed; attempting to pull it as close as possible.

Once the girl was satisfied with how close she was, she carefully took oceans hand into her own and tucked a strand of curly ginger hair behind a pale ear.

“Hello Oce’n. It’s Penny” Penny started as she squeezed Oceans hand; making sure to he careful so that she doesn’t cause damage to the cannula in Oceans hand.

“You need to w’ke up. I w’nt to he’r yo-ur voice. I also wa-nt to t’lk with you, please” Penny said in a hushed whisper, “I kn-ow your voice i-s as pretty as yo-ur face but I w-ant to hear it ag-ain. I don’t like th-at I only hea-rd you I-n dea-th.” Penny said quietly but surprisingly after she said this, oceans heart rate picked up slightly before returning to normal.

“So you can he-ar? You should use yo-ur hear-ing to lis’en to me and wake Up… please” Penny said desperately; sadness lacing her voice.

“Yo doll girl!” Mischa said, breaking Penny from talking to Ocean

“Yeah?” She replied turning her attention towards him.

“Come over! Talk! Stop being by yourself, it’s lonely! We want to talk with you too!” Mischa said with a smile whilst waving his hand around

“O-okay!” Penny said before turning her attention back to Ocean, “I’ll talk to you later ” she softly spoke before squeezing the younger girls hand and (with struggle) got up from the chair to move towards the others.

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Penny was unable to sleep; something wasn’t right. She’s not sure that it is something specifically wrong, but she does know that something is changing or has changed which is making the uneasy feeling of something not being right.

She just wants to know what’s not right so she can sleep… she’s exhausted.

The day has been so long and so exhausting because of all the tests, therapies and the accident.

Was the accident a reference to the cyclone? No. Not at all!

‘Oh so what’s the accident?’ You ask?well. To put it simply, Penny fell down a a set of stairs, landing awkwardly on her wrist, BREAKING IT. Not only did she break her wrist but when she fell she also hit her throat causing a bit of damage to it and it hurts like fuck. It hurts so much that she’s back on a higher dose of pain meds and was crying for a while. Meaning that now she has a broken wrist and gone back a few steps on her healing process! The worst part, other than the injuries, was that this was the first time she was walking outside of the ward!

The second worst part was everyone’s concern about her falling and the guilt she felt. She didn’t mean to upset and concern them! But now she feels like she can’t leave the room because they would become overly concerned and the guilt would cut into her like the cyclone cut off her head!

It’s just not fair! (Get it… like the fair they were at the day of the cyclone… okay Pennys going to stop with trying to joke now….)

And now? Now she can’t sleep!

She just wants to rest please…

After what Penny thinks is an hour, she gave up trying to sleep.

Due to her giving up with her attempt to sleep, she thought she’d do something that she usually does on a daily… talk to Ocean! Yes she means talk and not converse because Ocean doesn’t respond! Obviously!

Sometimes it’s nice to rant to someone without any response.

So that’s what she did! Penny sat herself up in the bed, shimmied herself out of it before cautiously walking around Ocean’s bed and sitting down in the chair next to it. Upon getting herself settled, she used her functioning hand to grab Ocean’s own, gently squeezing it as she looked toward the younger girl.

Once Penny had looked over, she couldn’t take her eyes away from Ocean; she’s honestly so effortlessly pretty.

After Penny has gotten over her initial awe of Ocean, she decided to put her admiration of the younger girl on a specific part… what’s the thing that Penny admired the most on Ocean today? Nothing more than her delicate and soft features that rested upon her clean face, free from any makeup, exposing precious freckles. Freckles are something that Constance had said she forgot Ocean even had due to her always covering them up! So Penny always makes sure to admire them whenever she can to make sure that she can have them memorised for when the day comes that they’re unfortunately hidden again.

A short while later, Penny decided to try and actually speak (instead of getting distracted by staring at Ocean) to try and get her feelings out about the day.

To try and do anything to get enough closure about… well about what she doesn’t know is wrong, so that she can sleep.

To just try and do anything to get the much needed rest she so desperately wants and (dare she say) deserves.

“H-i Oc-ean. It-s Pen ny!” Penny started off, “I c-ant sp-eak we-ll right n-ow, b-ut i know y-ou can-t read si-gn s-o im try ing” Penny said with a giggle, trying to make light of the situation and also trying to explain (?) her speech that was better the past few days compared to today.

She then paused for a moment to breathe and figure out what to say next. Her voice was limited anyway so she just wanted to use as much of it as possible before it becomes too painful to speak hence her taking a moment to not waste it and say useless stuff but instead to think before she spoke!

“I ca-nt slee-p. I tried. I pr-om-ise. I j’st c’bt for some rea-son. I th’nk some’hing is wr-ong. May-be Change-ing?” She said before pausing a second time.

Does she explain the theories that she created about this feeling?

Does she explain about her fall to someone unconscious? Because the fall is her first theory on what might be what’s making her think somethings wrong. Like… imagine if her fall is an attempt sent by Karnak to try and kill her because his power isn’t working properly and he isn’t wanting to waist it on the choir? She’s not sure if that makes sense at all… okay so that’s probably not it then.

Or does she talk about how she believes that something might be changing to the choir? That’s probably what’s wrong…. Right?

Or that it’s been too long since someone last woke up that now everything feels off pattern…? Which is why everything feels wrong/ weird… Wait no. No. No. No. She shouldn’t say that! What if Ocean can hear and feels guilty thinking it’s her fault because she’s the only one who’s not awake! It’s not Ocean’s fault that she’s not awake yet!

She shouldn’t make her think that!

Okay so…. What does she say?

“I-I don’t act-ually know wh-at-s wr’ng… I- d’nt even th’nk th-at some… thing is wro-ng. J’st different…. Change. changing even… I need t-o figure it out. S-o I can.. slee-p.” Penny said before groaning in annoyance at a sudden bout of pain that erupted in her throat. Due to this, Penny quickly came to the conclusion that she can’t finish her rant… is this even a rant? Probably not. Oh well! She thinks of it as one!

Anyway, she can’t finish speaking so she decided now would be a good time to try and sleep again.

With one squeeze on Ocean’s hand, the older girl went to stand up…

until she felt her hand being squeezed back.

Chapter Text

What’s going on? Where is she now? Is she still in that room? Is she still in a coma? She doesn’t feel like she is? Her head is spinning so much. What is happening to her?

The last thing that she remembers registering was hearing that girls sweet yet broken voice speaking at her before it almost cut off? Did she leave? Wait no, she couldn’t have…. She’s still holding onto oceans hand…

‘omg please tell me she’s not about to leave’ Ocean thought. She was so scared, she felt so different right now. She doesn’t want to be left alone whilst she tries to deal with this. Please say she’s not about to be left alone (again) to deal with this. Please tell her that someone’s going to help her… that someone’s going to explain what’s going on.

Her mind stated to swish around with a million thoughts making her feel uneasy and dizzy. At that moment she forgot what she was panicking about and was focusing on trying to remember what originally led to all this… that’s when she felt her hand being squeezed and pressure beginning to be released, signalling someone letting go of her hand. Signalling that someone was LEAVING her.

Snap.

She was back in action.

She squeezed back as hard as she could, she didn’t want her to leave. That’s when she opened her eyes; scared ones connected with shocked ones.

There, in a chair placed next to Ocean’s bed, sat the girl who’s been speaking to her for the last week.

There’s the girl who provided that little bit of comfort when the dark clouds took over her head.

There’s the girl who created that tiny bit of light to tell her that not everything was gloom.

Ocean has obviously never met Penny properly before, at least she thinks this is Penny… it’s definitely not Noel or any of the others…. But anyway. She’s never met Penny before, but this girl created such a comforting feeling whenever she spoke to Ocean making the ginger feel like she’s known her for a long time. Making the ginger feel like she’s not alone. Making Ocean feel like there was a light even when she was in the dark.

Even when she was unable to do anything but listen.

Ocean carried on staring for a brief moment before a tear escaped her eyes, painting her skin with a reflection of her own fear.

This seemed to suddenly snap something inside of Penny as she let go of Ocean’s hand and started to spam press a button next to Ocean’s bed.

Everything after that almost seemed to go really fast yet really slow. Ocean supposes she just didn’t know how to process it all.

What she does know is that everything happened too quickly for her to process and everything that happened was something that felt so horrible to her. Even though she’s probably been in worse situations, this situation was just overwhelming making it feel like it’s worse than ones she’s been in before.

First starting with the girl- Penny- being forced to leave her and some curtains drawing themselves around her bed; hiding her away in an unfamiliar place.

Almost immediately after that, before Ocean even realised what was happening, did she feel a tube being pulled out her throat making her gag and her senses to go into an overload. She hated it. She was able to feel pain and everything inside her body. She felt wires and tubes. Pain in her stomach, chest, legs and back. She felt overwhelmed and uneasy.

It was horrible.

Everyone around her was doing so many things and making a chunk on noise that it hurt her head.

Soon she was crying from the overwhelmingness of it all. She didn’t even notice she was crying at first, not until everything around her stopped moving and someone was trying to talk to her to calm her down.

She didn’t want to talk to this woman, she’s a stranger.

Ocean only relented to try and focus on her when the words “have to inject you” and then some other words she didn’t hear and “to calm you down” came out of this strangers mouth.

Ocean didn’t want to be injected with something.

That’s more pain and more feelings that she doesn’t want to have to deal with.

So she attempted to calm down.

She tried counting in her head and remembering what happened before this. She tried to do anything to be able to focus and calm down. She needs to calm down before these people get concerned for her. Well if they weren’t already concerned, if they were already concerned then she needed to stop doing this before they got more concerned. She just needs to stop!

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP.

It took her what felt like forever to finally be able to figure out what was being said and to stop being so… panicky? Well… to stop what was even going on

“Do you know where you are sweet heart?” The woman had said. She must of said it a bunch because now she was looking concerned. She looked at her as if she was a small child who said something they shouldn’t have. She’s looking at Ocean like Connie’s mum did when oceans talked about not having breakfast and making her own dinner when she was seven. She was looking at her as if she had grown 9 heads.

“N-no. S-so-rry” Ocean stuttered out in fear and confusion. Was she supposed to be looking around and figuring out where she was?

“Okay that’s fine sweetie. Do you remember your name?”

“O-Ocean”

“Good, age?”

“S-seventeen…”

“Good! Now do you remember what happened on September the 14th?”

“I-I think… t-the accident?”

“yes the accident happened, which is why you’re here in the hospital”

“Hospital?”

“Yes hospital sweetie.”

Oh sugar. She didn’t mean to say that aloud. Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Oh. Gosh. This woman is going to think she’s weird. She didn’t mean to question her. Oh gosh. She’s going to think she’s rude.

“Hey Ocean look at me.” Huh? Oh the woman’s speaking.

Ocean raised her head (that she didn’t even realise she lowered) to look at the woman. She tried to hold eye contact but it was too awkward. She felt too uncomfortable. Oh gosh. She’s definitely going to think oceans weird.

“Can we do anything to help you right now? You seem too upset to be left alone. Too uncomfortable even” YES. yes she is.

Yes she is. Yes She is. Yes she is. Yes She is. Yes she is. Yes She is. Yes she is. Yes She is. Yes she is.

Ocean went to speak but all that left her mouth was a strangled cry because she started to sob again. Her head dropped and soon her shoulders started to follow. By follow, she means that her shoulders slouched inward causing a surge of pain to flare across her body and more pained cry’s to leave her mouth. She wanted to claw her skin away to get rid of all the pain.

Apparently she started to as soon the words, “No! No Ocean don’t do that!” Was able to be heard by Ocean but she didn’t listen, she didn’t want to.

She was about to slouch more forward and add pressure to get rid of the pain/ make new pain to distract her from this excruciating one before she felt hands against her shoulders and wrists, pushing her up.

She went to push them away because she assumed they were the doctors.

But no.

They weren’t.

She lifted her gaze and there was Constance’s mum (well and the doctor) moving her from what she was doing previously.

When her pain filled eyes met Iris’, she was immediately pulled into a hug (well she wasn’t pulled down but Iris did move from her hands holding her to hugging her whilst still keeping her sat up right).

This only made her sob harder before she hear the words

“What’s wrong sweetie” be spoken sweetly out to her

“Hurts. Tired. Confused.” she slurred out in-between each sob. This made Iris slightly squeeze her more before Ocean felt some liquid moving through her vain from her hand. In shock, she moved to look at her hand (which was being held by the doctor) and saw a needle being injected into the cannula which rested gently in her hand.

It scared her.

Iris seemed to sense it as she brought a hand up to oceans face to pull her gaze away and look at her. To distract her. To stop her looking knowing that it was freaking her out.

After that, everything seemed to pass in a blur until the doctor was speaking to her again. She isn’t sure if it passed in a blur because of the medication that was passed through the cannula in her hand or because of her zoning out or what, but time passed which was evident by her surroundings. Things that weren’t like this before. Such as Ocean now lying against Iris as she soothingly ran her fingers across oceans head and shoulders whilst Ocean had one arm thrown over her carelessly. Things like that had changed.

“Do you feel better now?” The doctor had asked.

“hmm” Ocean tiredly hummed back before looking up and meeting the doctors eyes.

“Do you think you’re able to hear me talk about your injuries and explain things to you now? I was going to earlier but I could sense something was wrong. By the way, I’m doctor Luthor” the woman- dr Luthor- said.

“Hmh, yes” Ocean said with a nod before the woman did just that.

She spoke to Ocean and explain about everything medical with her. She told her that when she was collected from the cyclone roller coaster accident, she had a metal bar off the rollercoaster through her stomach which luckily did little damage to her organs but it put damage to her spine meaning she needed to have help re-learning to walk etc.. She had also had a fully broken arm but that healed fairly quick and her legs were both broken.

The doctor also mentioned some accident that happened in her coma which caused backwards steps but never went into detail. She looked like she was going to say more on it, but looked at Iris and backed up. Ocean was left confused by this.

Not long after she finished explaining, did she call in another doctor. Well a therapist. Ocean was petrified at first that they were trying to get her to immediately talk to someone but when she found out that it was just an introduction, immediate relief fill her.

The woman ended up being a really kind woman called dr. Danvers and it turns out that she’s the wife of dr Luthor. She told Ocean about all the sessions she will do (group and private) and what occurs in each one. She also had asked for Ocean to call her Kara because she said it makes the environment seem more calm, warm and opening than to stick with the more professional names. Ocean wasn’t sure if she should do this but she will try she supposed. Well if she remembers she will try to call her Kara and not dr. Luthor.

Try.

After that her vitals were checked, the curtains were opened and Ocean was exposed to the room around her. It seemed like an average hospital room except very decorated with cards and drawings to oppose the bland beige colours Ocean thought of them to be. Other than the cards and drawing, there was people. More specifically, around her lay the bodies of her friends.

That sounds horrific… let her rephrase.

Around her lay the alive yet asleep bodies of her choir members. Well the doctor said she was the last awake, so she’s assuming that they’re just asleep.

Ocean casted her eyes to her left first where she found that the girl from before (Penny) seemed to have gone into a deep slumber (the one she complained she didn’t have before this whole thing occurred) as she lay curled up in her bed, her head resting gently on her arms. Ocean also picked up on a pillow that was gently resting under her head to prop it up so her neck didn’t turn at any dangerous or uncomfortable angles.

Then Ocean saw Noel, Mischa and Ricky opposite her. They all slept peacefully. Well Mischa was messily laying in his bed compared to Noel who looked… neater? Then Ricky was just… Ricky. Sleeping looking straight up at the celling but still looked comfortable.

Then finally Constance was laying at her right. She was.. Constance. She had her hair pulled into space buns, her purple cloud patterned eye mask over her face, her lips slightly parted as she slept peacefully. Ocean knows when she’s sleeping nicely, tonight is one of those nights.

After staring at each of them for a bit, Ocean felt her eyes drooping at the same time that Iris seemed to start speaking.

“Hey Ocean, I need to tell you something…” she had softly said, stroking some loose hairs off Ocean’s forehead as the ginger girl turned to her. The younger ginger blinked at her through half closed eyes as she tried to give her, her full attention.

Iris immediately clocked the gingers tiredness and realised her news (that Ocean really does need to know) should be made to wait.

“Actually never mind, you go to sleep sweet heart” she said as she softly stroked oceans hair as the ginger nodded, her eyes closing.

Chapter Text

Iris didn’t dare to move. Ocean had trusted her enough, in her half conscious state, to cuddle up to her and sleep! So of course Iris wasn’t going to disturb that, especially because Ocean hasn’t done something like this since she was 5!!

This is why, 4 hours after Ocean had fallen asleep against Iris, was Iris still in the same position of being half sat up with a sleeping Ocean leaning against her whilst oceans arm rested around Iris’s waist and Iris’s hand was moving slowly through Oceans hair (hair that she had recently taken out of the braid so she could run her fingers through it in the calming manner).

So what has she been doing these past few hours? Well nothing really. She’s been thinking about doing stuff but hasn’t actually done any of it. Which is now making her realise how much stuff she could have been doing….

She could have told the parents about Ocean. Walked around the room to sort out everyone because Mischa and Pennys blankets have made their way to the floor and Constance’s is not far behind them. She could of gone out to buy the celebratory breakfast ready for when people woke up (to celebrate 6/6 teens beings awake). She could have re-done Connie’s hair so it was neat for when she wakes up (it was currently quite messy as it hasn’t been done for a few too many days). She could have done so much more than this.

Iris was suddenly brought back to the first point of things she could of done and realised she should probably do it as she will forget if she doesn’t do it right now.

So, pulling out her phone, Iris messaged them.

Cyclone parents support group

Iris: Good morning other parents!! I have some fabulous (and late by a few hours!) news to share!!
Iris: We finally have 6/6!!

Elaine: 6/6?
Elaine: sorry I’m still waking up so I’m a little confused, 6/6 what?

Iris: oh. Yes sorry!! I mean 6/6 kids are awake now!!

Elaine: wait Oceans awake?

Father Marcus: Oh my! Ocean has woken up from her coma? That is great news! Congratulations to you all!! I’m so happy for everyone right now!

Dawn: what?! That is so amazing!!
Dawn: me and Jereld are so glad that she is finally awake!!

John: I can’t belive it took you this long to tell everyone sweetie!
John: lol!
John: for context for everyone else: we got a call really early this morning saying she was frantic but awake. So Iris rushed to the hospital to be with Ocean whilst I went back to sleep so I could sort the boys out this morning!

Iris: I got distracted with Ocean then was too scared to move to do anything after she fell asleep!
Iris: and yes what John said, she woke up very early this morning.
Iris: they said it was Penny who pressed the button to notify them!

Father Marcus: I’m glad that Penny was there to help. I do hope that she is okay as well though?

Iris: Yes! Penny is okay! She fell asleep at some point after notifying the doctors and has been sleeping very Penny like since!

Father Marcus: I’m glad!

Iris: the kids are being woken up now for the morning checks so I’m going to go!
Iris: I’ll see you all later!

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Iris saw the flood of “goodbye”s and “see you later”s fall down her home screen as she pocketed her phone away. It warmed her heart every-time she realises how close she has become to her fellow parents; how clear it is that she now has fellow “parent” friends and not just knowledge about her daughters friends parents. I guess some positives came out of this negative situation (plus Ocean and Mischa finally being able to leave there predicaments and Iris’ family now becoming larger like she wanted…..)

Iris was snapped out of her thoughts a few minutes later when a voice was directed towards her.

“Mama…. Why are you holding Ocean?” Constance’s sleepy voice snapped though the atmosphere making Iris crane her head around enough to see her.

“Because she fell asleep like this” Iris said casually, waiting to see if the news would click into place. Constance seemed to not question the response for a few seconds as she just shrugged and went to grab her phone before she realised what her mother had said causing for her to let out a squeal of pure joy.

“WAIT IS SHE AWAKE?” Constance exclaimed with excitement, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room.

“Yes cupcake. Although she is asleep again until the doctor comes to wake her up for her checks….” Iris responded with a slight smirk/smile near the end of her sentence, a teasing tone taking over.

“Oh my god. The spawn has finally awoken?” Noel said with an amused smile.

“Orphan a-hole is awake?”

“Yes guys Ocean is awake” Iris responded with a chuckle as the nurse came towards her and started waking Ocean up, checking her vitals etc.

Iris (knowing how annoying it is being in the way of the nurses when they’re simply trying to quickly do their jobs) used this as an opportunity/time to slip away from Ocean, off her bed, to sort everyone else out… until she realised that the nurses did that….

They picked up the blankets off the floor and everyone was awake so she didn’t know what she was supposed to do-

“Miss Blackwood-“ Iris heard the nurse say to Ocean as she was obviously trying to get the girl to look at her.

“Call her Ocean. She doesn’t know yet.” Iris quickly said as she turned around to the nurse which earned a nod in return before the nurse started again.

“Wait mama, she doesn’t know?”

“No baby, she was too…. Out of it last night” iris tried to explain with a laugh to brush it off

“Oh okay”

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20 minutes later and nearly everything was sorted:
The nurse had finished with Ocean (and the other teens)
Iris had set oceans phone up, and she was added to the teens group chat
Iris has taken everyone’s orders for the celebratory take away dinner
And the other parents had made plans for visiting later.

All there was left now was for the next few months of recovery to come forward so that the kids can finally get to their homes and try to live life to the fullest with new injury’s that painted each of their bodies.

Well that and Ocean finding out about about her new home life and everything else….

Chapter Text

As Oceans eyes opened for the second time since the cyclone roller coaster disaster, everything seemed to not really make sense to her. Everything seemed to pass by in a mix of blurred rush and cleared slowness; time didn’t stay consistent within itself. She was basically confused with everything that was happening. And that was what truly confused her.

Well it didn’t just confuse her; it scared her. Shes never been confused on something as basic as the environment around her. She’s always picked up on the cues and clues to understand what was happening around her. It was something she learned to do at such a young age which is how she’s so intellectually ahead compared to so many people her age. So it was frightening to know that she had apparently lost this basic ability. What’s next? Her not being able to recite the first 200 basic digest of pi? Her not being able to do trigonometry? The list goes on and on!

So instead of trying to ask for help or try to understand her environment, Ocean’s been stuck in an ever lasting loop of confusion and fear. Meaning that she’s been stuck in a state of nothingness. Well that’s dramatic, she’s really just been staring off into space, occasionally pulling at her skin to try to bring herself back into the moment. She’s been zoning out and picking at her skin for so long that her skins gone red and started to bleed a little. And you would believe that, that is the worst thing about Ocean’s confusion. But you’re wrong. Do you want to know what the worse part was? The very worst part?

It’s the fact that no one had tried to pull her out of this loop. Even when it was so evident that she was caught up in her mind. It’s the fact that the only social interaction was towards nurses who seemed like they hadn’t slept in weeks, they weren’t concerned by her skin picking (they probably didn’t see it). They were only concerned about her stats. They were the only people in this hospital who interacted with her. Yes they still didn’t try to pull her out of this everlasting loop but at least they spoke to her…. Unlike her fellow (ex?) choir members…

Was it because she was too far gone that they had tried but she never realised?

Was it because they didn’t like her enough to see that she was spiralling?

Were they too afraid?

Too annoyed at her?

Too disgusted by her?

Too hungry for emotional justice that they wanted her to spiral?

Did they think she was smart enough to figure it by herself?

Is everyone else in a mental state of complete, utter hatred towards her that they don’t care enough to want to help her?

Was she that hated…?

Surely not- probably. I mean she was disgusting after all. No-one likes her anymore! Miss Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg; most HATED girl in town! That’s her new title right? Most HATED. Not most disliked but HATED. The one word she was always punished for saying coming back at her. HATED.

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

HATED

As the word bounced around her head, her short callous nails scratched at her skin per word count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. SIx. SEVEn. EIGHt. NINE.

Her skin began to feel a bit dry, rough, sensitive. It began to truly hurt.

One
two
Three
Four
Five
SIx
SEVen
EIGHt
NINE.

Time to start again.

One

Two- Ocean stopped. Not by personal choice, no. But instead by a hand that’s just gently grabbed her own.

A delicate hand that belonged to no adult. A hand that seemed a bit bigger than her own but still seemed like it belonged to someone in her age class. One that had bandages and a cannula visible on it. A hand that belonged to the only person who seemed brave enough to come over to her. A hand belonging to Ja-Penny lamb.

That pulled her out of her cycle. Things in her mind seemed to still, almost like they were commanded to. Almost like this girl had pressed a magic button on Oceans skin that made her body stop beings itself. A hand that made her body relax and finally move to look up instead of letting the environment move things for it.

A hand that Ocean seemed to forget was on hers the second the teary blue eyes looked up to meet concerted green.

A hand that started to calm her down without her realising.

A hand that she would later see as a type of angel…

Chapter Text

Penny had no clue what was going on inside that (precious) gingers head. She had no clue what the girl was thinking to make her look so… disorientated. To make her look so…. not herself.

That small girl lying in the hospital bed looked like a shell of what Penny had previously observed her to be. She was acting like a shell of what anyone has ever seen her to be before. And that is the point where it became quite worrying.

It was worrying on so many levels actually.

Ocean had never changed her behaviour this noticeably before…. Well she had, but the difference is that all those times were gradual; this was quick.

To shine a light on the change. Last time Ocean had noticeabley changed was when she was a child. It was when she grew to become the self obsessed, A-star student who would do anything to be the top; including being the loudest, rudest and most annoying person anyone could ever meet. But even then, that change happened gradually.

Before she became what most people can recall her as, she was a sweet, innocent child who made her own lunch, own dinner, knew how to pay the bills and parented her own parents. She had gone from someone who used her higher intelligence as a tactic to survive, to using it as a weapon against others for a better survival. She transformed into an easily disliked individual because she went from someone who loved and cared about all to being someone who only loved and cared only about the people who she saw as a pawn she could move and use to get her higher level in this game of life. She became someone who only loved the people she could use to her advantage rather than love people who she enjoyed being around.

Yet today, she looked like someone who didn’t even enjoy or love herself. She looked so out of it, so lonely, so isolated from the world around. She looked as if she was hoping that everything around her would disappear and transform into something that resembles normalcy or something that resembled a dream. She looked as if she would do anything to escape this place but instead of knowing how to escape, she was hoping someone else would figure it out. She looked like she had given up on herself. She wasn’t this smart, selfish girl. She was an insecure, dependant girl who was waiting for someone else to hand her an answer to solve all her problems rather than do it herself. She didn’t resemble what everyone knows her to be. She wasn’t the normal Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg.

When Penny finally stopped observing her behaviour and comparing it to what everyone had talked about her being, she noticed that the girl had a tear rolling down her cheek whilst the girl bit her lip. She looked as if she was imaging the type of things that you can’t say out loud. She looked as if she was thinking about the type of things Penny did a few years prior. The thoughts that would get an adult concerned.

Penny knew how horrible it felt to think those type of thoughts around others. She knew how you wish that someone would just notice you and just for once, put you ahead of them. She knew how much you yearn for a hug, someone to hold you as you cry. Then, before Penny started moving, she noticed more going on with Ocean. She noticed how the girls nails were aggressively moving against her skin. No, not just moving… scratching her skin. They were moving in a pattern that seemed counted, that seemed practiced. There was a few seconds break between a count. Was it eight or nine? Penny didn’t know. But she did know that it was leaving these red lines that puffed and caused pink and red hues to appear around her nails. The skin looked dry and flaky as if she’d being doing this the whole time Penny was watching her. Her skin looked as if it needed a stop.

Before Penny proceeded what she was doing, she was in a wheelchair moving towards Ocean. One bandaged covered hand connected with one that was dancing across Oceans arm.

When the girl noticed, her eyes moved up to connect with Pennys. It was the most beautifully tragic sight.

Oceans eyes were painted a this delicately, beautiful blue colour with small green flecks sparkling across them. Yet they were unfortunately accompanied by a glossy look and a slightly red rim. Looking at them made Pennys heart clench in upset, it made Penny want to take the tears away and turn them into anything more positive. Maybe turn the tears to a smile, a laugh, a blush… just anything else.

Penny gently used her thumb to brush across Ocean’s hand to sooth her, to try and calm her down. It’s a technique she saw Mrs Blackwood use before; a technique used on her. This seemed to get through to Ocean but in a way Penny didn’t expect? She thought Ocean would cry more, would pull away or do any other reaction but instead she was met with calm.

She was met with Ocean’s tears drying up and disappearing whilst she evened her breathing out and physically started to calm. It seemed that all she needed was someone to just be there, pull her from her thoughts.

“Oc-an? Are y, ou o-kay?” She whispered, wanting their conversation to be kept private; just to be them two.

“I might be, I don’t want to talk about it. Thank you though” the girl responded croakily, tiredness in her voice.

“C-n I he-lp yo-u?”

“No, just stay with me ja-Penny.”

“O-ka-y”

And stay she did. Penny only moved away from Oceans side when she was forced; when she was told she needed to “sleep”. The next few days involved Penny pushing the choir to include Ocean a little more and for Ocean finally starting to come back out of her shell; some pieces of her disliked character seeping in but some new, likeable characteristics coming back. She was like Ocean but better; Ocean but actually trying to be a nice friend.