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Dec. 7th, 2007
The hospital smelled like the lab.
And not in that good nostalgic way that usually came with things smelling like other things, but in that antiseptic, nauseating way that made him want to gag every time he woke up. And waking up happened fairly often, unfortunately. He’d never been good at sleeping on his back, but as per doctor’s orders, he wasn’t allowed to shift around without them worrying about him ripping his stitches. And since he doesn’t want to rip his stitches any more than they want him to rip his stitches, he stays on his back, staring up at the ceiling into the dark, contemplating how the hospital smells like the lab.
Which is good, that he’s thinking about how the hospital smells like the lab, because if he wasn’t thinking about that he would be thinking about how these past few months have sucked for all of them, some of them more than most. Not to discount Lindsay or anything—she was fitting in alright, but there were some things she just wasn’t going to get. She hadn’t been with them long enough to. She had to learn most of the things that Aiden just already knew, and while he didn’t have a problem with that—he didn’t mind her learning—her learning just wasn’t helping him right about now. Because when this whole domino effect of events went down, people needed someone who already knew to pull them back together again. And Aiden would have done that.
( Provided she hadn’t been one of them. )
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And not in that good nostalgic way that usually came with things smelling like other things, but in that antiseptic, nauseating way that made him want to gag every time he woke up. And waking up happened fairly often, unfortunately. He’d never been good at sleeping on his back, but as per doctor’s orders, he wasn’t allowed to shift around without them worrying about him ripping his stitches. And since he doesn’t want to rip his stitches any more than they want him to rip his stitches, he stays on his back, staring up at the ceiling into the dark, contemplating how the hospital smells like the lab.
Which is good, that he’s thinking about how the hospital smells like the lab, because if he wasn’t thinking about that he would be thinking about how these past few months have sucked for all of them, some of them more than most. Not to discount Lindsay or anything—she was fitting in alright, but there were some things she just wasn’t going to get. She hadn’t been with them long enough to. She had to learn most of the things that Aiden just already knew, and while he didn’t have a problem with that—he didn’t mind her learning—her learning just wasn’t helping him right about now. Because when this whole domino effect of events went down, people needed someone who already knew to pull them back together again. And Aiden would have done that.
( Provided she hadn’t been one of them. )
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