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Feb 10 2018, 03:00 AM
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wendy! hospital gown~

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Trent was unaware of how long he had been asleep, but he felt stiff as a board and everything ached. Probably because he’d been sleeping on benches for the past several weeks as he was trying to get healthy enough to work again, though was just getting worse and worse instead. His head was buzzing, though the more he thought about it, Trent found himself hearing the sounds of beeps, and he felt oddly warm, though his arms felt trapped or tangled amongst a bunch of...tubes or something? The light was bright above him, almost blinding as his eyes blinked open to try to take in his surroundings...he wasn’t where he had last fell asleep, which made his heart race, the beeping became louder and more rapid as he shot up in the bed, feeling pain rack his arms that were covered in IV needles and there was some mask thing on his face and he wasn’t wearing his clothes, he didn’t know where he was, he was panicked, but the pain, the beeping, it was too much and found himself laying down again, eyes blinking open...had he passed out? <p>
Trent decided to take a few shallow breaths, eyes darting around as he tried to gauge where he was...heart rate monitor….so many IVs and needles in his arms...he was in the hospital? What had happened? Before Trent could wonder too much about what was going on, he saw a familiar form leaning onto his bed, holding his hand, and could hear his heart rate pick up again at the recognition. ”Wendy?” he rasped, his voice sounded like it hadn’t been used in ages...his throat still hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as bad...he sounded weak, and broken, and so...so...exhausted. ”Am I dead?” It was the only explanation he could come up with--the only feasible reason he would have seen Wendy again anyway, so it seemed to be some cruel action that he was miserable in death as well, eyes feeling heavy as he was practically forcing them open, finding himself drift off before eyes snapping open again, because even though he was dead, he didn’t want to ever get the image of this moment out of his head. Not now, not ever.


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pneumonia! hurray!

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Trent was never prone to getting sick--he thought he was invincible when it came to the common cold--a strong immune system was a bit of a necessity when you didn’t really have a place to call home. However, things were a bit different this year, and apparently his less than chipper mood and near constant crying at night due to a broken heart made him a bit more susceptible. It was just the common cold, it would pass in a few days. That’s what he was going to tell himself, anyway. <p>
Twenty-nine days. It had been twenty-nine days since Wendy and him had broken up, and it hadn’t gotten any easier. In fact, his health’s decline seemed to be making it worse and worse. It was harder to go to work because everyone could tell he was miserable, but he’d never taken a sick day in his life, nor had he used vacation before he met Wendy. He was sure that things had changed completely now. The new year had come, and he started it by sitting in the alley outside the Starbucks he worked at, coughing so hard he was sure his lungs were going to explode. <p>
He had a fever--at least, that’s what his coworker told him when he tried to come into work. Instead, they made him sit down and drink some warm soup and promise to go home and sleep. Trent almost laughed at the thought. Home was never a place for him--it hadn’t been that way in years. Home was a person and there was no way that person wanted anything to do with him, not that he could blame her. Nevertheless, he left work the next several days early, being told he was too sick to work despite his arguments.<p>
He swore it was just a cold. And then it wasn’t. <p>
The fever and chills were what alerted him that it could be something more--the flu, perhaps. It made sense that the world was going to kick him while he was down and give him the flu. His teeth were nearly constantly chattering and his body felt impossibly cold all the time, and the only thing that Trent was sure of was that he needed the fever to break and then he’d be fine. He’d be fine and be able to go to work to afford cold medicine or something in the future to fight this off a little better, but until then he was barely able to afford canned food which he had to eat cold (due to not going to work and not having a microwave at his disposal). It was miserable, but it wasn’t as if he had much of a sense of taste in the first place to notice--the only benefit to being sick aside from feeling as physically miserable as he did emotionally. If anything, Trent was sure this was karma, and he deserved every miserable minute of it. <p>
His chest hurt. His throat hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to cough. He was pretty sure he was coughing up blood, but that involved him being more aware of what was going on around him. Trent was exhausted. He felt like he couldn’t breathe enough, and yet it hurt with every breath he took. His head hurt. Everything hurt. What day was it? He wasn’t sure. Did he even still have jobs? Who knew? No one else was going to hire him in this state--and he wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d eaten in the first place. Maybe that’s why he was so tired, but it had taken all of his energy to get to the park bench he had been sitting on...or was he laying on it? He didn’t know. Everything was too cold. Were his nails blue? That would be weird. <p>
He doubled over in a cough, clutching his chest as his other hand went to cover his mouth, barely noticing that he had slid to the ground as he stared at the rusty bloody mucus that covered his hand, making his stomach tie itself into knots. It would pass, it would be fine, he just had to get through it. He just needed to sleep. This bench looked cozy enough, and he heaved his body up, shaking like a leaf as he tried to lug his bag up to use as a blanket, or pillow, or something. Something to hold so that the crushing feeling in his chest didn’t feel like he was collapsing in on himself. His coughs were coming out more and more strangled, more painful as it was an almost ripping sound that filled the air. There were a few people that looked at him a bit concerned as they walked by, but he barely noticed. No, he was too tired. He needed to sleep. Sleep would make it all better. Sleep would make it all better. If he kept repeating it it would be true, right? Maybe at least he’d be with Wendy again and not feeling like his chest was in so much pain. Dreams had to be better, right? It didn’t take much to convince himself, as his eyes were barely closed and he was already asleep, still coughing and shaking as he did, too exhausted to keep awake anymore.


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<div class="imtxt">it's liz, trent's sister. abby and i were wondering if you'd heard from him recently, he hasn't checked in at the center and we haven't seen him so... </div><br>




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clothes. rip trendy. necklace!

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To say that Trent had been insanely busy would be a massive understatement. He’d been working an insane number of hours from both jobs, and even had taken to helping deliver packages and the like for some cash as well in order to hopefully keep the Lindsey tradition of renting a hotel room for the night on Christmas alive. Well, it wasn’t really a Lindsey tradition anymore, his parents split had been impacting him in more ways than he wanted to admit, but Trent wanted to make sure him and his sisters would all be able to celebrate Christmas together at the very least. As such, his spending time with Wendy had become nearly nonexistent the last few weeks, him reaching out via instant messenger whenever he could make it to the library (which wasn’t often, but he was trying). He had managed to get her a gift from Disney--a really nice necklace that he had kept hidden away in a fancy jewelry box (which he was sure was the most expensive thing he’d ever purchased, but Wendy was beyond worth it). <p>
Regardless, he had been struggling to tie the ribbon around it into a bow (literally took him an obnoxious amount of time) and was late to meeting up with Wendy, quickly knocking on the front door of her and Max’s apartment, gift in hand before letting himself in (which was rather common--he was told he didn’t need to knock but it felt too awkward for him to not). ”I’m so sorry I’m late! I was just trying to tie this bow perfectly and...well, it’s still a bit lopsided,” he admitted, rather sheepishly before setting it on the coffee table for her, more than a little excited to see her opening it. However, Trent’s gaze shifted to meet Wendy’s eyes and felt his stomach drop…”What’s wrong?” he asked, his cheerful demeanor practically erasing itself as a look of concern overtook his features: furrowed brow, soft voice, reaching his arms out to hug her close to him, prepared to go into full boyfriend mode to fix whatever he could.


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