oxo or small group with a predetermined end, anyone?

YES HELLO I LOVE THIS IDEA

uhh yeah where'd you want me to send it though?

Kay!

Just a precursor, it is on topic with terminal illness

\Mental Breakdown by Jack Stauber\
[written by @ikinss]

Kuroko kept his head straight, refusing to look at the baby to his left. He could hear them screaming, whithering in indescribable pain. He would know.

He's been there before.

You'd think the cancer ward at any children's hospital would be dull and sober, people seeing it as a scary, sensitive subject. Which it is, don't get him wrong, but something about the bright colours and loud music makes him nauseous. It's almost like they've tried to mask the pain and fear of cancer with overstimulating purples and blues, hanging stars from the ceiling and changing the theme every 3 months. Hearing children no older than 5 scream in agony while starting at a giant green smiley face made him feel ill.

The cries from the baby next to him quickly changed into a guttural gurgling noise, before falling completely silent. Nothing but their laboured breathes and the whirling of an oxygen machine fell upon damaged ears. Kuroko Spared the baby a glance.

They laid in an abnormal position, legs sprawled and their arms up and bent. Their head laid limp on their shoulders, eyes fluttered shut and mouth slightly agape. They've drugged 'em, he thought. Where were the parents during all this? Sleeping, maybe? Perhaps the kid didn't have any parents, he did know.

He let his head fall back against the pillow, eyes still glued to the baby next to him. Kid still had hair, despite being onward for about 3 weeks.
He remembers when he had hair.
It was curly, bouncy even. Dark brown that got lighter when exposed to the sun. His hair would drip after a swim, sticking to his forehead and getting in his eyes. When the wind blew, it would become matted; it would frizz out and be a nightmare to brush. He let his hand graze over the top of his head, but he didn't feel his soft locks; instead hard, callused skin that covered his skull. He let it sit there for a moment, only to be snapped out of his daydream by a nurse taking his vitals. She ignored the tears and left hastily, not looking back.

Kuroko closed his eyes for a while, the bright yellow wall's burning them. He began to think, trying to drift into a memory of an easier time. Back to when he had a family and dreams.

Back to when he was alive

[Oopies a little long 🥺👉👈]

Huzzah!! I'm a medical nerd, so I'm so excited to drive into a role play with some other people instead of floating around in my head!
No such thing as mediocre, all authors are kings and if you think otherwise you are incorrect 🤬
Thank you so much, Kuroko is a fan favourite among people who know my characters and I write about him the most, so its good to know someone thinks I'm doing good!!

[high key have a part two written in my book with part 3 half-written as well, been thinking about using Wattpad again cause I wanna put this writing somewhere]

Okay, Dope!
Whatever you feel man, I can do a template if you'd like :)

Cool cool okay cool.
I'm gonna think on this fella for a minute but ill get back to you in a minute

Name: Nathan Graye
Nickname(s): Nate
Age: 15
Sexuality: Bisexual, Openly
Appearance: Nathan has shaggy long black hair and dimmed grey-green eyes. he's quite short for his age and extremely underweight due to Restricted Eating Disorder (RED). He has crooked teeth and a plethora of mental and physical disorders that land him in the hospital frequently, where he met and befriended Elara.
Personality: Nathan is emotionally autistic and tends to not understand his or others feelings. He's kind and tries to treat everyone equally, but his anxiety and clingy relationships tend to drive others away. He cries often and tends to lock himself away drawing or writing. When he comes out, he spends time following Elara around like a lost puppy.
Other: Diagnosed with an Auto-immune disease, and has an unhealthy obsession with crafting

He is quite wholesome 🥺👉👈

Sure thing

Nathan looked up from his sketchbook, a bit distracted. What was that chicks name? the one with the side-bangs?
"Whatcha lookin' at?"
There was a thud as one of his friends took a seat next to him,
"What was that bird's name?" he asked, still staring off into the distance.
"What, Raena?"
"Ah!" Nathan exclaimed, remembering why had ventured out in the first place. He was supposed to meet this "Reana" person of a counselling session, not that he wanted to. See, he'd given up on counsellors and therapist, he just kinda nodded along to what they said, giving simply "Mhm"s and "oh yeah."s every now and then.
It was hard for him the find someone to open up to.
But, he had his friends, right?
"Do you care about me?" He asked timidly, not clocking on to the obvious discomfort of his friend,
"Uh-y-yeah, of course.."
Nathan studied him closely
he's lying to you
Nate shook his head, going back into his book, pretending not to notice his friend slip away. He sat for another half-hour, long after the scheduled meet, drawing what he felt, crying on and off.

Eventually, an older girl approaches him, an uncertain smile on her face,
"Henry? Hi! I'm Elara, your homework-buddy! Nice to meet you!"
Nate just stared at her blankly, watching her face twist with worry as she studied his desolate features

"…My names not Herny…"