Post by ashton on Apr 17, 2010 23:46:25 GMT -5
He'd ran and now he knew he was in trouble. He was a masochist. He liked pain, specially when he was feeling like shit. And right now was when he REALLY needed it. He wished that damn doctor would leave him alone. He didn't want anyone to help him unless he needed it. He got along well with DNA, maybe it was cause some other thing. Maybe cause he amused Ashton to the highest point. Who knew the reason. Then there was Sano, the guy may be perverted but...he was nice....sometimes. When he wanted to be. Then when Era was around and god was the child sweet, naive, but sweet. He unlocked his bedroom door and went inside quickly locking it. He sighed looking around. "Sylvester, here kitty kitty." And soon a black and brown cat appeared mewing at Ashton. That was the reason why he couldn't go to the infirmary. If he did then who would feed him?
He thought Ro cared, but the recent act that happened....no. He was right, no one cared. Dis was right, the dumb ass was right. No one cared if he died. So...why did it hurt so much? Why did he feel broken?
He didn't know why the morphine stopped working. Stopped taking effect. But he'd always been able to wake up well. Maybe it was due to over sleeping the other day. He...wasn't the nicest person when he woke up. Sometimes he wished he had a roommate. Other times he was glad he didnt have one. Otherwise he'd have killed him by now...or her. Whichever. He liked his privacy. He flopped down onto his bed, the small cat jumping over to him and curling next to him purring. Ashton stroked his head softly.
"What am I going to do? That physco's gonna come in here any minute I know it." Ashton muttered.
He thought Ro cared, but the recent act that happened....no. He was right, no one cared. Dis was right, the dumb ass was right. No one cared if he died. So...why did it hurt so much? Why did he feel broken?
He didn't know why the morphine stopped working. Stopped taking effect. But he'd always been able to wake up well. Maybe it was due to over sleeping the other day. He...wasn't the nicest person when he woke up. Sometimes he wished he had a roommate. Other times he was glad he didnt have one. Otherwise he'd have killed him by now...or her. Whichever. He liked his privacy. He flopped down onto his bed, the small cat jumping over to him and curling next to him purring. Ashton stroked his head softly.
"What am I going to do? That physco's gonna come in here any minute I know it." Ashton muttered.