A Choose Your Own Adventure Game - The Hospital

[ec.li.ps.e]

Wow, worst flirt ever (ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ) Follow Gail but don't ignore the existence of the person in the corner

(b4 people get confused im not using idols for the characters in this, although this was originally scheduled to be a dc fic that i scrapped bc i couldn't get the concept to work right. but! there references scattered here and there : )))) )

Gail pushes you over to the table. Josh, presumably, waves. His square brown face spreads in a gap-toothed grin. "Mornin', Gail," he says. "And mornin', newcomer. Welcome to Halo Hospital." His curly black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see that he's got bright brown eyes. "This is Sanwoo. I think that's what he said. He don't talk much."

Sanwoo, who's got bleach-blonde hair and a crooked nose, waves shyly, and doesn't speak. He doesn't meet your gaze. "It's good to meet you," you say to both of them, but not without casting a glance over your shoulder. The person who was staring at you in the corner is still staring at you now. You look back, a little perturbed.

Josh is pointing around the cafeteria. "There's the food line, there's the drink machine -- most of them are water, but today, we got lemonade." He sings the last word and picks up a Styrofoam cup. You realize that he's got a jagged scar running down his face. His left sleeve is pinned to his side. He catches you staring and laughs. "You like it? Got it in a bus accident."

Sanwoo grumbles like he's heard this story before. Gail giggles and says, "That poor bus didn't stand a chance."

Josh takes a sip of his lemonade. "Mm-hmm. A wheel for an arm, that's what I say."

"Would you like to get some breakfast, uh..." Sanwoo looks at you, except not really at you. He's looking somewhere behind you. You wonder if he can even see you. "Sorry, did you say your name?"

You shake your head. "I don't know my name," you say quietly.

That makes Josh laugh. "And Gail hasn't given you one yet? That's a new record. Last time it was instantaenous, and he was gone within a day."

Gail titters. "I guess I forgot. I've been busy explaining things to them. I'm sorry. Would you like a name?" She smiles expectantly, and you aren't really sure what to say. On the one hand, a name to be called would be nice. On the other, you feel like you haven't eaten in weeks. You look between Gail and Sanwoo.

 

[pika_chuu]

Char winks. "You'll find out soon enough. C'mon, let's go. Want me to carry you? Believe it or not, I'm strong." They flex, although it's not super impressive. It doesn't look much better than Gail, to be honest.

Accept the offer.

 

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Accept the offer.

"Please," you say, stretching your arms out pathetically. Char squats to pick you up. Surprisingly, they're stronger than they look, and you feel at ease in their arms. Their plastic hand is hooked under your knees. It's cold against your skin, but you ignore it.

You tuck your head into their neck like you're a little baby, and they laugh, a genuine laugh, the kind that rumbles in both their chest and yours. "Off to breakfast we go," they say. "You feel like you haven't eaten in days. But don't get your hopes up. The only person I've met who's crazy enough to enjoy the food here is Gail." They start walking. You're suddenly aware of how empty you feel.

"She said the oatmeal was good," you mumble, picking at your nails absently. You kind of don't want to be put down. How nice it is, to be noticed by a relatively normal person.

Char shakes their head. "Lord. I don't think she's got taste buds. I think the doctors did some shit to her in one of her procedures. That's the only way I'd be able to stomach that wallpaper paste." Stop. "Not that I've eaten wallpaper paste, but that's what I'd have to guess what wallpaper paste tastes like, y'know?"

You glance up at them. "What procedures? She told me she hadn't had anything done to her yet."

"What are you here for, anyway?" they ask, as if they didn't hear you at all. Their grin has fallen a bit. "Is it just your ankle? Because that's a first. Normally it's an ankle and something else. Or a hand and something else. Or, you know, a lack thereof. The fact that you're so intact is... Interesting. I wonder what Dr. Lee's gonna do with you."

 

[BiasWreck]

(b4 people get confused im not using idols for the characters in this, although this was originally scheduled to be a dc fic that i scrapped bc i couldn't get the concept to work right. but! there references scattered here and there : )))) )

Gail pushes you over to the table. Josh, presumably, waves. His square brown face spreads in a gap-toothed grin. "Mornin', Gail," he says. "And mornin', newcomer. Welcome to Halo Hospital." His curly black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see that he's got bright brown eyes. "This is Sanwoo. I think that's what he said. He don't talk much."

Sanwoo, who's got bleach-blonde hair and a crooked nose, waves shyly, and doesn't speak. He doesn't meet your gaze. "It's good to meet you," you say to both of them, but not without casting a glance over your shoulder. The person who was staring at you in the corner is still staring at you now. You look back, a little perturbed.

Josh is pointing around the cafeteria. "There's the food line, there's the drink machine -- most of them are water, but today, we got lemonade." He sings the last word and picks up a Styrofoam cup. You realize that he's got a jagged scar running down his face. His left sleeve is pinned to his side. He catches you staring and laughs. "You like it? Got it in a bus accident."

Sanwoo grumbles like he's heard this story before. Gail giggles and says, "That poor bus didn't stand a chance."

Josh takes a sip of his lemonade. "Mm-hmm. A wheel for an arm, that's what I say."

"Would you like to get some breakfast, uh..." Sanwoo looks at you, except not really at you. He's looking somewhere behind you. You wonder if he can even see you. "Sorry, did you say your name?"

You shake your head. "I don't know my name," you say quietly.

That makes Josh laugh. "And Gail hasn't given you one yet? That's a new record. Last time it was instantaenous, and he was gone within a day."

Gail titters. "I guess I forgot. I've been busy explaining things to them. I'm sorry. Would you like a name?" She smiles expectantly, and you aren't really sure what to say. On the one hand, a name to be called would be nice. On the other, you feel like you haven't eaten in weeks. You look between Gail and Sanwoo.

Accept the offer to get a new name, but have Gail and Sanwoo figure it out together because why not
"Wait, Josh... did you say gone? You can leave this place?"

 

[pika_chuu]

"Please," you say, stretching your arms out pathetically. Char squats to pick you up. Surprisingly, they're stronger than they look, and you feel at ease in their arms. Their plastic hand is hooked under your knees. It's cold against your skin, but you ignore it.

You tuck your head into their neck like you're a little baby, and they laugh, a genuine laugh, the kind that rumbles in both their chest and yours. "Off to breakfast we go," they say. "You feel like you haven't eaten in days. But don't get your hopes up. The only person I've met who's crazy enough to enjoy the food here is Gail." They start walking. You're suddenly aware of how empty you feel.

"She said the oatmeal was good," you mumble, picking at your nails absently. You kind of don't want to be put down. How nice it is, to be noticed by a relatively normal person.

Char shakes their head. "Lord. I don't think she's got taste buds. I think the doctors did some shit to her in one of her procedures. That's the only way I'd be able to stomach that wallpaper paste." Stop. "Not that I've eaten wallpaper paste, but that's what I'd have to guess what wallpaper paste tastes like, y'know?"

You glance up at them. "What procedures? She told me she hadn't had anything done to her yet."

"What are you here for, anyway?" they ask, as if they didn't hear you at all. Their grin has fallen a bit. "Is it just your ankle? Because that's a first. Normally it's an ankle and something else. Or a hand and something else. Or, you know, a lack thereof. The fact that you're so intact is... Interesting. I wonder what Dr. Lee's gonna do with you."

((is my gay showing yet because squeeeeeeee i like this person))
Ask about Gail's procedures again.

 

[ec.li.ps.e]

Accept the offer to get a new name, but have Gail and Sanwoo figure it out together because why not
"Wait, Josh... did you say gone? You can leave this place?"

"I guess having a name would be a good thing," you say with a little laugh. "Would make it easier to talk to me." You look between Gail and Sanwoo.

Sanwoo shakes his head. "I'm not creative," he mumbles. "Josh, can you help me?"

Josh shrugs. It's a strange sight with only one arm. "Yeah. We can all go up together. I could use some more toast anyway." He pushes himself away from the table and crosses so he's standing on his friend's other side, loops their arms together. Sanwoo stumbles, but he steadies himself on Josh. So he is blind.

"C'mon," Gail chirps. She's started to push you again. "Do you want oatmeal, Kiri?"

You look up at her. "Kiri, huh? And sure, I guess, if there's nothing else."

Gail hums and pushes you up to the counter. It's a steam table with three containers. Two of them have oatmeal, and one has this rubbery yellow substance that might be supposed to be eggs. Sitting next to it is a bread basket which looks like it's been demolished. There's nothing but the ends left. "We got oatmeal, eggs, bread," Josh is saying to Sanwoo, who's sniffing the air cautiously. "Take your pick."

You don't seem to have a choice in the matter, because Gail is scooping you a heaping portion of gray mush. You've seen more appetizing piles of dog shit, if you're being honest, but she seems to like it, so you say nothing. She puts it on the tray and hums to herself. You turn to Josh, who's laying bread on his tray, and say, "You can leave this place?"

Josh nods. "Of course. It's a hospital, not a torture chamber." He grins. "Or at least, I've never been tortured. But at night there are these screams-"

"Oh, hush, you," Sanwoo grumbles, but you can tell they're both joking around. "My discharge is supposed to be after my procedure, but that hasn't been scheduled yet. I think I'm soon though."

Josh slides you a piece of bread. "Oh yeah, definitely. I think I heard whispers of a donor. So that's a good thing, no? Kiri, you want jelly? There's a couple flavors--"

"Pardon me," a new voice says, and the speaker cuts between the two of you. "If you don't mind. Just trying to get some eggs." You recognize them as the person who was staring at you earlier. When you meet their gaze, they once again wink at you, grab their eggs, and walk back to where they before. You follow them with your eyes.

Josh whistles. "That's a not good sign."

"Was that you-know-who?" Sanwoo whispers conspiratorially.

"Uh-huh."

Gail starts steering you back towards the table. "Come on, Kiri. Let's eat."

 

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"I guess having a name would be a good thing," you say with a little laugh. "Would make it easier to talk to me." You look between Gail and Sanwoo.

Sanwoo shakes his head. "I'm not creative," he mumbles. "Josh, can you help me?"

Josh shrugs. It's a strange sight with only one arm. "Yeah. We can all go up together. I could use some more toast anyway." He pushes himself away from the table and crosses so he's standing on his friend's other side, loops their arms together. Sanwoo stumbles, but he steadies himself on Josh. So he is blind.

"C'mon," Gail chirps. She's started to push you again. "Do you want oatmeal, Kiri?"

You look up at her. "Kiri, huh? And sure, I guess, if there's nothing else."

Gail hums and pushes you up to the counter. It's a steam table with three containers. Two of them have oatmeal, and one has this rubbery yellow substance that might be supposed to be eggs. Sitting next to it is a bread basket which looks like it's been demolished. There's nothing but the ends left. "We got oatmeal, eggs, bread," Josh is saying to Sanwoo, who's sniffing the air cautiously. "Take your pick."

You don't seem to have a choice in the matter, because Gail is scooping you a heaping portion of gray mush. You've seen more appetizing piles of dog shit, if you're being honest, but she seems to like it, so you say nothing. She puts it on the tray and hums to herself. You turn to Josh, who's laying bread on his tray, and say, "You can leave this place?"

Josh nods. "Of course. It's a hospital, not a torture chamber." He grins. "Or at least, I've never been tortured. But at night there are these screams-"

"Oh, hush, you," Sanwoo grumbles, but you can tell they're both joking around. "My discharge is supposed to be after my procedure, but that hasn't been scheduled yet. I think I'm soon though."

Josh slides you a piece of bread. "Oh yeah, definitely. I think I heard whispers of a donor. So that's a good thing, no? Kiri, you want jelly? There's a couple flavors--"

"Pardon me," a new voice says, and the speaker cuts between the two of you. "If you don't mind. Just trying to get some eggs." You recognize them as the person who was staring at you earlier. When you meet their gaze, they once again wink at you, grab their eggs, and walk back to where they before. You follow them with your eyes.

Josh whistles. "That's a not good sign."

"Was that you-know-who?" Sanwoo whispers conspiratorially.

"Uh-huh."

Gail starts steering you back towards the table. "Come on, Kiri. Let's eat."

Go to eat, but also ask "Who is that???"

 

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((is my gay showing yet because squeeeeeeee i like this person))
Ask about Gail's procedures again.

"God, I really hope you're not just..." Char trails off, as if they hadn't heard you at all. "You can't be. It's too soon. I'm gonna have to put you down real quick, so I can open the door."

You stick your hand out and grab the handle. "I got it. What about Gail?"

Char muscles their way through the door. The cafeteria is weirdly quiet for a cafeteria, and sparse. There's two people sitting together and talking, and a few others scattered here and there. The people you are assuming are the nurses are sitting at one table, and Gail is squashed right next to them. It feels cold and lifeless and nothing like the eating halls that you're used to. You fidget. "Is there any chance you could put me down?"

"Course," they reply. They rush towards an empty table and deposit you on the seat closest to the wall. When they put you down, they whisper in your ear, "Can't talk now. Too many people can hear you." They straighten up. "I'm gonna grab some grub. You have any preference? Because I think I'm just gonna get bread." They yawn and stretch as if they had the most normal conversation in the world.

You shake your head. "Bread sounds fine," you say. "What are you talking about?"

They shake their head. "You'll need your strength for later, if it's anything like my first day."

 

[BiasWreck]

"Please," you say, stretching your arms out pathetically. Char squats to pick you up. Surprisingly, they're stronger than they look, and you feel at ease in their arms. Their plastic hand is hooked under your knees. It's cold against your skin, but you ignore it.

You tuck your head into their neck like you're a little baby, and they laugh, a genuine laugh, the kind that rumbles in both their chest and yours. "Off to breakfast we go," they say. "You feel like you haven't eaten in days. But don't get your hopes up. The only person I've met who's crazy enough to enjoy the food here is Gail." They start walking. You're suddenly aware of how empty you feel.

"She said the oatmeal was good," you mumble, picking at your nails absently. You kind of don't want to be put down. How nice it is, to be noticed by a relatively normal person.

Char shakes their head. "Lord. I don't think she's got taste buds. I think the doctors did some shit to her in one of her procedures. That's the only way I'd be able to stomach that wallpaper paste." Stop. "Not that I've eaten wallpaper paste, but that's what I'd have to guess what wallpaper paste tastes like, y'know?"

You glance up at them. "What procedures? She told me she hadn't had anything done to her yet."

"What are you here for, anyway?" they ask, as if they didn't hear you at all. Their grin has fallen a bit. "Is it just your ankle? Because that's a first. Normally it's an ankle and something else. Or a hand and something else. Or, you know, a lack thereof. The fact that you're so intact is... Interesting. I wonder what Dr. Lee's gonna do with you."

The sound sensitivity is the other thing, right?+9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999965888888888888869999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
(edit: sorry about the spam, my dog decided to stand on my keyboard)

 

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The sound sensitivity is the other thing, right?+9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999965888888888888869999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
(edit: sorry about the spam, my dog decided to stand on my keyboard)

you'll find out (also pet ur dog for me)

 

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The sound sensitivity is the other thing, right?+9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999965888888888888869999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
(edit: sorry about the spam, my dog decided to stand on my keyboard)

Also was that a response or....?

 

[BiasWreck]

Also was that a response or....?

no it was me asking if I made an accurate connection. Like, you said in the story, they are usually there for a physical injury or something else.

 

[uuu_jiii]

"God, I really hope you're not just..." Char trails off, as if they hadn't heard you at all. "You can't be. It's too soon. I'm gonna have to put you down real quick, so I can open the door."

You stick your hand out and grab the handle. "I got it. What about Gail?"

Char muscles their way through the door. The cafeteria is weirdly quiet for a cafeteria, and sparse. There's two people sitting together and talking, and a few others scattered here and there. The people you are assuming are the nurses are sitting at one table, and Gail is squashed right next to them. It feels cold and lifeless and nothing like the eating halls that you're used to. You fidget. "Is there any chance you could put me down?"

"Course," they reply. They rush towards an empty table and deposit you on the seat closest to the wall. When they put you down, they whisper in your ear, "Can't talk now. Too many people can hear you." They straighten up. "I'm gonna grab some grub. You have any preference? Because I think I'm just gonna get bread." They yawn and stretch as if they had the most normal conversation in the world.

You shake your head. "Bread sounds fine," you say. "What are you talking about?"

They shake their head. "You'll need your strength for later, if it's anything like my first day."

Who is they?

 

[ec.li.ps.e]

no it was me asking if I made an accurate connection. Like, you said in the story, they are usually there for a physical injury or something else.

oh okay just making sure lol

 

[ec.li.ps.e]

Who is they?

they is char; they use they/them pronouns

 

[uuu_jiii]

ok