Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 12, 2011 15:06:32 GMT -5
For Your Consideration Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy Pawns: Ben, Vee Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city Status: PRIVATE ACTIVE (that sounds wrong xD) Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack Setting: Ben's apartment 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back Scene: Ben has brought Vee to his apartment and let her sleep on the bed while he slept in the living room on the floor. Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Ben went inside and took her straight back into the bedroom where he laid her down on the bed. He would stay up to make sure she didn't puke or if she did it made it into the bag that he would eventually retrieve and place beside the bed. Only when he can't keep his eyes open any longer and was convinced she wasn't going to puke did he go to the living room and sleep on the floor, using his coat for a blanket.
Ben's apartment is empty save for a computer desk in the living room, mountains of text books and reference books stacked all around the room, his bed and dresser in the bedroom along with the standing mirror, and service for one in the kitchen with bulk sized amounts of ramen, cans of soup, and peanut butter and strawberry jelly. Anything else was not necessary. Of course, he had the routine bathroom necessities from a brush and hair dryer to toothbrush and toothpaste and down to toilet paper. Everything--that could be colored--was in blacks and browns, save the dishes. Those were white.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 12, 2011 20:28:22 GMT -5
Sunlight filtered in through the window beside the bed. Vee groaned and pulled the covers over her head, which felt as though it was about to split in half. What the hell...? What had happened last night? She buried her face in the pillow under her head and grunted. Her pillow smelled funny. Like...a guy.. Vee sat up sharply, head and stomach protesting. These were not her sheets. This was not her room. Oh shit oh shit.
She forced herself to calm down, rubbing her forehead slowly. She'd been out with Doctor...with Ben. Theyd had drinks...lots of drinks. She'd definitely been drunk and she couldn't remember anything after setting her head on his shoulder. Well...maybe a few things. Feeling sick, telling him she was going to cook for him, but not much else. She must have fallen asleep before telling him her address. She swung her legs very slowly over the side of the bed, and stood carefully. Alright, so far so good. She walked slowly across the room and peered around the door frame.
"Uh....Ben...?" She hoped he didnt mind her calling him that. She didnt want to just go rummaging through his cabinets but she really needed a tylenol or something. Something to make her head stop throbbing.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 1:39:34 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Ben was a light sleeper or else he probably would have never heard her speak. He sat up slowly from the floor and winced as his back protested. He yawned and scratched his head. He clambered to his feet and dropped his suit jacket on the ground. He frowned at that. He didn't recall taking it off. He shuffled in socks to the hallway and toward the bathroom.
"Morning Vee. Sleep well?"
He opened the drawer where dozens of small pill bottles sat. He thumbed them before taking out two bottles. One was prescription strength tylonal while the other was his 'wake up' pill. Just a part of his morning ritual. His stomach rumbled so he took out two pills from the tylonal and began to shuffle to the kitchen. He handed her the bottle as he headed to make his morning soup.
(ooc: typed on an iPhone cause I am dedicated like that!!!!)
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 9:04:43 GMT -5
Vee walked after him, working the bottle open and shaking three of the pills into her palm. That should do it. Maybe she'd be in shape to walk home in the next half hour if these worked like they were supposed to. She doubted Ben would have bad meds in his apartment.
"As well as I can." She answered softly. "Im still chasing that...thing around the Reverie." She followed him into the kitchen and stood, unsure of what else to do, near the entrance.
"Can I, uh, have a glass of water?" She wouldn't be able to get those pills down without it. Not with her mouth feeling as though she'd sucked on a cotton ball all night.
Her eyes flicked to the microwave and a groan nearly bubbled its way out of her throat. 10 o'clock? Was it really? She'd completely slept through her usual running time and breakfast. Great. She really needed to get home.
"Sorry, Ill just take these and get out of your hair." Vee murmured sheepishly. "I don't know what got into me last night..." She raised an eyebrow as he began pulling out the things to make his soup. "And Im making good on my promise. Starting with lunch. All those preservatives cannot be good for you."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 16:45:13 GMT -5
"Yes, I'll get you a glass of water before you leave. But first..."
He opened the fridge and started rummage through it. When he stood up, he moved forward quickly with sober speed and pushed a piece of toast into her mouth. He had another piece in the other hand and began to nibble on it as he got water.
"If you don't get food in your stomach before you drink water then you are just going to get drunk again. Just want you to get home safely."
He handed her a full glass of water as he finished his toast. He would wait until she took it before he began to make his soup again.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -5
Vee blinked in surprise, reaching up and grabbing hold of the toast, holding it in place as she bit down and chewed the piece slowly. "Thanks." She smiled after she'd swallowed, quickly tucking into the slice of toasted bread. She wasn't used to having guys care like that. Every guy she'd ever woken up with usually just kicked her out without so much as a tylenol.
She quickly finished her toast and swallowed the pills with the first drink of water. She nearly chugged the rest of glass, the cool liquid wetting her mouth and re-hydrating her. She already felt better.
"And thank you." She said, crossing to him and touching his back softly. "For bringing me back here last night and taking care of me. Im sorry I was such a burden. I didn't mean to drink nearly as much as I guess I did." She couldn't remember drinking all that much, but she supposed she must have blacked out early because there was no way she'd gotten so smashed off two drinks.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 17:48:02 GMT -5
"It wasn't a problem Vee."
He gave her a grin as he put his soup in the microwave. He raised his hand to the kitchen, a motion to 'help yourself'.
"The more you have in your stomach before you do any physical activities, the less likely you will end up having a hard reaction--puking, irritability, stomach pains, and such."
He turned to the fridge and took out two more slices of bread to go with his soup. He took a bit of water into his mouth then dropped the three pills in the water. He swallowed and pulled a face. His pills always tasted so bad. He looked at the stove's clock--the only thing it was used for--and counted.
"Next dose in an hour. You're welcome to stay here until you want to leave, so you know. I might be able to tell you a bit about the tests this way."
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 18:01:29 GMT -5
Vee smiled and nodded, eager to learn even a small bit of psychology. "I haven't got much else to do." She refilled her glass with water and then leaned against the counter next to him, sipping it slowly.
"That way you can go to the market with me to pick up stuff for lunch." She grinned. "I was thinking spaghetti and meatballs. You do have pots and pans, right?" she raised an eyebrow. He didn't even use his stove top to make his soup? This man really was like a child when it came to feeding himself.
"The veggies there are usually nice and fresh. You don't need anymore preservatives." Vee sipped her water primly. "I think if you keep eating like that you might just pickle yourself." She began making a mental list in her head. She'd try to get as many veggies in there as possible. Maybe chicken meatballs instead of beef. It would be lighter on his system. She nodded to herself as she watched him watch his breakfast spin around in the microwave.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 18:47:40 GMT -5
"I... don't have any cookware... just service for one."
He took the soup out of the microwave and took a sip from it. He swirled it then began to chug it. When he finished, he tossed the container into the trashcan. If he never used the things, why did he need them? He made a face when she mentioned fresh veggies. Last he tried them, he didn't care for them.
"I doubt the physical possibility to pickle oneself by eating a certain way..."
It took him a moment to realize that she was making a joke comment. He opened his mouth for a moment then turned to the counter. He stared at it for a moment as he thought about something--whatever it was under all those layers of thought. He nodded and looked at her.
"That is fine... but... can I tell you something?"
He wanted to tell someone. Perhaps it was from the morning pill. He had never taken it around other people with the focus pill not taken instantly after.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 19:05:09 GMT -5
Vee burst into soft laughter when he answered her pickling statement seriously. He really was as socially clueless as she'd figured he was. At least he'd gotten it was a joke after a moment. She'd worked with men who had never been able to sense a joke. It got really old really fast. She liked Ben though. He was a little awkward, yes, but it was endearing in a way...
Her smile slid down into a curious frown and she nodded. "Of course you can." She tilted her head, watching him quietly. What on earth could he want to tell her? He looked almost looked conflicted. As if he couldn't decide if he wanted to tell her or not. "It's alright." She said softly. "If you don't want to. And if you do, Im...really good at keeping secrets.."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 19:47:00 GMT -5
He looked at her in the eye and tried to start but ended up pushing past her gently to go to his computer desk. He motioned to the seat. He didn't know how she was going to take it and he wanted to pace as he talked.
"I didn't come here originally to study the reverie. I came here to find... someone."
He took a deep breath and began to pace around. He began to tell her about the family, his sister, Ricky... all the way through college. He told her everything. There was so much he had to get off his chest--that no one but Ricky had ever known. As he talked and got to Ricky, his voice became shaky ever so slightly. He finally got to the end where he came here a year ago, but nothing after that. Not of the tests. He finally stopped, turning to her with his hands behind his back. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. He would wait for her to react.
"That is why..."
He said as a second thought, motioning to the apartment.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 19:55:50 GMT -5
Vee listened quietly, her eyes going wide when he spoke of what had happened between him and his sister but otherwise she stayed quiet and thoughtful. This was...quite the admission. She hurt for him, almost physically. That was so much for someone to go through and to still be going through. She realized that this was the sadness she saw when he met her eyes. This was why this poor man hurt so badly.
"Ben...I..." Speechless. She wanted to say something; wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't think of anything that would appropriate. This wasn't something you handed an off-handed 'Im sorry' to. She hesitated a moment, then stood and crossed the short distance to him, curling her arms around his middle and hugging him tightly. She hoped he could understand, even without the words, just how much she ached for his loss right now.
In the back of her mind, her thoughts whirled. Could she find Ricky in the Reverie? She wasn't all that sure. It was hard enough to find other creatures to begin with, what with Seppa's habits. She could try though. She could try for Ben.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 13, 2011 20:03:03 GMT -5
Ben blinked when hugged but hugged her back. He more or less curled down to hug her tightly. He closed his eyes and he felt his walls--the walls he had built for years--begin to crack and crumble. He had held it for so long that speaking it made him want to lose himself. He felt himself about to cry and tried to force it back.
"I don't know anyone--from patients to family--who ever had crossed my path who could understand... from what I could tell... I have always been... scared... to let people close..."
He pulled away from her and grabbed his hair. He pulled it slightly as his head started to pound. He needed his medication. He hurried to the bathroom, with a clatter opened his drawer and began pulling out medications. If she had followed, it would like he was trying to Over-Dose himself when in truth, every pill would not react violently with him, but keep him in check in all ways.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 13, 2011 20:10:14 GMT -5
Vee raced after him, eyes wide. Damn he moved fast for being so big. "Ben!" She grasped his arm, trying to pull him back. "Ben, calm down." Her immediate thought was overdose, but then he didn't seem hysterical. More like he was trying to find something, like he needed to take a certain med. The frantic searching she'd only seen from her diabetic grandmother, about to go into a sugar shock, searching for her insulin.
"Ben. Ben!" She wrenched at his arm. "Calm down! What are you looking for?!" He was only succeeding in tossing the bottles around into a bigger jumble. She forcefully shoved her way between him and the cabinet, trying to fend off his hands as she picked up bottles one at a time and asking "This one?" before tossing them aside when they were nixed. It was making a bigger mess, but at least she wasn't asking him about the same bottle twice.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 9:34:13 GMT -5
After a new bottles, he nodded and took the bottle. He pulled it open and took two. He tossed them back without water and sat down on the floor with the mess of bottles. He closed his eyes and waited for the pill to kick it. It would keep him from crying--from worrying--from hurting. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening his eyes again. He looked up at Vee.
"Thank you... I am normally really good about taking my medication. On time, that is. If I don't take them on time, I can't take them."
He had the timing down to a science to keep his stomach from hurting from too much in it and to keep himself from eating multiple times a day. He took the ones for with food after his soup, the ones that are to be on an empty stomach in about an hour when his stomach was done with the soup, and finally, the ones with water, he took 15 minutes after those. He spaced out the doses daily, taking up the first two hours of his morning but keeping him free for the rest of the day. He looked around the bathroom. He'll clean that up later.