* time and confusion

[bailey eloise parker]

She hoisted up her jeans, jumping around her bed room. her suitcase laying open on the unmade bed and her clothes tossed all over the room, honestly it felt like she was sixteen again, except when she came home her room wouldn’t be spotless because bailey no longer lived with the luxury of hired help. buttoning up her jeans as she rushed for the door, pulling on her boots almost tripping over her laces in her frantic hurry to leave the house, bailey didn’t even look at herself in the mirror. reaching for the keys to paisley’s (or gale’s she honestly didn’t know) car she yanked open the front door and raced for the car in the drive way. halting suddenly when she saw her reflection in the car window. ”damnit!” throwing her hands over her chest, the petite blonde ran back inside to her bedroom throwing on the nearest jumper she could find. fuck she would of looked great rocking up to the hospital in nothing but jeans and a bra ‘oh hey timothy suresh long time no see, i was in such a rush to get to you i forgot a t-shirt and decided to leave my dignity at home.’ she let out a frustrated sigh and opened the car door sliding into the driver’s seat. as soon as paisley had mentioned to her that tim was in hospital, bailey had jumped off her cousins bed and started freaking out like a mad woman, which would of been a hilarious sight for her bemused cousin who watched her run around their townhouse like a nut but to bailey this was serious business. grabbing the cosco blueberry muffins out of the pantry and demanding her cousin put them in the car otherwise everything would be ruined.

What was she a seventeen year old girl again, muffins bailey really? she didn’t even know the extent of his injuries he could be in a coma or worse a spinal injury. people had died in the quake they’d said on the news people had been seriously injured, he could have been one of them. but no, she could almost forget a top but not the muffins. she chewed her bottom lip nervously as she headed towards the hospital wondering why nobody had told her that he was in hospital, of course the rational part of her brain didn't register the fact that the two of them hadn't spoken in nearly five years and that bailey shouldn't be freaking out this much about him being in the hospital it was the irrational overly emotional bailey in action right now, the one thinking ‘oh my god he could be nearly dead.’ and speeding like a maniac and nearly turning on two wheels into the hospital parking lot and prioritizing muffins over being fully dressed. that being said, they where blueberry muffins and they were his favorite. oh god she’s going to look back on the last fifteen minutes and want to smack herself in the face due to her her own pathetic-ness.

Of course confusion set in as soon as she walked through the doors and a flood of memories came rushing back. the car accident her first week in valkyrie, sitting in the emergency room with her mother and caleb. they had been arguing, her mother adamant that is was a bad idea that they had moved here. she was probably right,this was back when her mother actually had sense and not just botox for brains. then the other accident, after her seventeenth birthday, she woke up laying in a bed with all these machines around her, her mother by her side again. she’d been in a medically induced coma for forty-eight hours and anne, wow that’s when things really started falling apart. the third and last time she was at this hospital, jenny. a lump formed in her throat and she glanced around the waiting room her eyes falling on the triage clerk. bailey glanced down at the muffins in her hand and walked over giving the woman a small smile. ”good morning!” she chimed in a sing-song voice plastering a hopeful smile on her face as she waited for the woman to notice her. she was typing away on her computer, glasses perched on the end of her nose seemingly not noticing bailey’s existence at the counter. great, the ignorant admin type. bailey hated dealing with these type of women. second try, ”hi...” and again, this time the woman looked up an un-amused expression on her face as she looked bailey up and down ”...yeah can you help me, i’m trying to find someone.”

“well blondie we got plenty of someone’s here, i’m gonna need a name.”

Blondie? bailey bit back a scoff and instead let out a small polite laugh. ”the surname is suresh and...” the clerk let out a laugh and shot bailey an amused look, raising an overly plucked eyebrow at the now extremely confused ballerina. ”oh honey, if you want to see doctor suresh you’ll have to call his secretary. he don’t see just common folk off the street.” common folk? now hold the fuck up. bailey stared at her, affronted and leaned forward placing both hands on the counter, carefully placing her muffins down as well. ”common folk? really now, and i’m not looking for doctor suresh. if i wanted to i’d just go to his house, you see old family friends. uh –huh i’m that kind of important person the kind that could get your fired.” oh damn and she still had some of that elitist bitch left in her didn’t she, new york didn’t mellow her out at all. well at least it didn’t completely murder the old bailey. ”now let’s try this again, surname suresh first name timothy.” the woman nodded and of course, bailey triumphed and was now rushing like a mad woman towards the hdu dodging the elderly and wheel chair bound freaking the fuck out because ‘hd’ means high dependency in the hospital and not high definition. tapping her foot impatiently in the lift, bailey glanced up at the little glowing numbers, each dinging as they reached that floor. why was it stopping at everyone stop? this never happened any other time only now when she so desperately needed to get to tim and give him these stupid muffins and tell him she was sorry that she didn’t come sooner and that she was a horrible friend. Great she freaking herself out that much that her eyes started leaking emotion. Damn, damn, damn she hated crying.

She rushed out of the lift wiping tears from her eyes, cursing herself and stomping her foot in frustration at her tears. of course always the one to try and hide any emotion once they were out with bailey that’s when she couldn’t contain it. it was always the way with her, hide your emotions and what you are feeling, but as soon as bailey slipped up it all came spilling out. that’s why alcohol had helped so much back in her angst filled teen days. spotting his room number, bailey didn’t even bother knocking on the closed door and burst in, all watery eyed with muffins in hand ”fucking hell tim i’m so sorry, i only just heard and...” she sniffled and looked at him laying in the bed, eating chips and looking like...well he looked fine to her. ”you’re eating chips, what the hell? i thought you were almost dead” narrowing her eyes at him, she threw the muffins down on the bed in front of him and fell into a chair at his bed side and folded her arms, well now she felt like a complete idiot. wow, bailey felt like she would of been better off rocking up casually in just her bra then making an idiot of herself this way. but with tim though, things never went normally for these two. come on, their thing is ‘muffins’ that is not the foundation to a normal relationship at all.

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[timothy lucas suresh]

now you caught me off guard,
now i'm running and screaming

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Timothy suresh really did have the worst luck. of all the nurses in the valkyrie hospital, he had to get the oldest nurse, probably in the history of nurses. not a young hot nurse to 'tend' to him or anything exciting like that like the scenes in those hospital soap dramas that he secretly watched when he was bored. no, he had nurse sarah who smelled like lavender which to tim was gag-worthy and she was just plain creepy. the least the doctors could do to help him out was let him have a cool nurse to keep him entertained while he sat in the same position every day. but no such luck. of course that wasn't the only reason that tim considered himself to be unlucky right now. his entire life had proven his point well enough already if the whole nurse thing wasn't enough. he'd grown up being abused by his alcoholic father, forcing him to run away to try and start a happier life but instead, now here he was sitting in hospital bed covered in cuts and bruises and god knows what else. he still wasn't exactly sure what injuries he'd sustained in the earthquake because the doctors all kept speaking in their annoying doctor terms that he just did not understand. but tim got the gist of it. basically he'd been in pretty bad shape when his younger sister had hysterically dragged him into the hospital. but he didn't need doctors to tell him that. he'd seen the blood and felt the pain. that was all that he was worried about. as long as the pain subsided then tim wasn't concerned about the specifics of his injuries.

But hey, at least tim was alive as his uncle was constantly reminding him every time he came to check on the skinny poet. yes, tim was lucky in that way. and not to mention he felt kind of heroic now since alex was running around telling everyone about her big brother saving her from near-death. not that tim was thinking about being heroic when the earthquake hit. he just did what his instrincts told him to do and if that meant diving over his sister to save her from being hit by the massive chunk of ciling that was about to squash her, then that was just what he had to do. it was brotherly instinct or something like that. it sounded soppy but tim would rather be sitting in this hospital bed than watching alex go through what he was going through. she'd gone through enough in her short nineteen years of life without having to add an earthquake-related injury on top of that. not to say tim hadn't gone through his own share of heartache and trauma, after all he'd been the one who recieved most of the blows from their alcohlic father, but he was a big boy and he could look after himself. of course right now that was debatable given his current situation as he sat in his bed with the cast on his leg and numerous stitches. but he was better than he had been. somehow the countless beatings from his father had meant he was a fairly fast healer since his body was already adjusted to pain.

It was funny though, alex had been going on and on about how bad she felt for tim and how it could have been her and how tragic that was but as tim sat in his hospital bed, he had to admit he was actually kind of liking life in hospital, despite the lack of hot nurses and the constant needles and check-ups from every doctor in the bloody building. it was nice to have his food delivered as apposed to his atrocious cooking attempts in his apartment. some people probably would have thought him crazy for actually enjoying hospital life but considering his life at home by himself wasn't anything to brag about, was it really so strange of tim to enjoy the constant noise around him? sure it wasn't always good noise because most of the patients in the hospital right now were earthquake victims like himself but it was company for tim. the earthquake certainly had given the nurses and doctors a lot to do, that was for sure. when tim had arrived at the hospital with alex, he hadn't exactly been conscious enough to observe the other people around him but now that he was healing more and was aware of his surroundings, he had to admit there were a lot of casualties. and they were just the ones that had survived and managed to make it to the hospital in time. but seriously, the hospital was practically overflowing with patients in every room. so much so that tim had been booted out of his comfortable bed in his old ward and been moved to the High Dependancy ward for a little while since there was literally no room anywhere else.

Tim had to admit though, the high dependancy ward was pretty good too except that alex had freaked out when she went to visit him and discovered that he wasn't in his old ward. her mind had jumped to him dying of course, despite the fact that last time she'd seen him he was fine. and still was.of course once she found out that he was in the high dependancy ward she'd flipped out even more and it had taken tim and dr suresh about half an hour to calm her down and explain to her that tim was quite fine, he just had no where else to stay for now. not that tim minded obviously. he tended to get more nurses walking past so if he had any complaints he was helped almost immediately. but other than that tim hadn't noticed too many big differences. mostly because he'd been fairly medicated up until now so he simply hadn't been aware enough. so it was quite a surprise when the door was flung open violently, revealing one of the very few people in this world that timothy had honestly never thought he'd see again. as bailey mitchell burst in with tears pouring down her face, tim couldn't really react much other than giving a rather blank stare as he slowly lifted a potato chip to his mouth. he remained silent as the small blonde threw herself into a chair and threw a basket of muffins onto his bed. "ooh sweet." he commented aloud, dropping the packet of chips and reaching for a muffin. "and last time i checked i was pretty alive." he said off-handedly has he examined the muffin in his hand. not exactly the greeting you'd expect from someone you hadn't seen in years but honestly tim was a little too stunned to absorbe bailey's return. instead he settled with taking a bite of the muffin as he watched bailiey, still trying to wrap his head around her sudden, and quite loud return.

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CREDITS; lyrics by boys like girls. my banner.
OUTFIT; the usual hospital gown etc.
NOTES; blah not my best but woop woop baimothy! <3

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