Not Broken, Just Bent. (Hospital/Asylum Soulmate RP)

"I'll try to! My…one of my family members is supposed to come by every weekend to bring me stuff from the outside world," Lana explained. "Hopefully she keeps her promise." Her eyes darkened for a moment. If her aunt was anything like her mother, chances are, promises were made to be broken. She hoped that wasn't the case. She shook away her dark thoughts and smiled again.

Thorn nodded, "Thanks! I really hope she does too."

Lana glanced around at the rest of the support group. It seemed like the session was wrapping up, but she couldn't really tell. "Do you think we're allowed to hang out in each other's rooms?" she wondered aloud.

Kaz took one of the spare helmets out of the bag connected to the bike, tossing it gently to Vaughn as he began to put his on. "You wanna go to fast food or like, a real burger place? Cas started making burgers at the bar and it's late enough that we could probably get him to make us some."

"What? Oh. I'm ripping petals off of roses." He set the rose down and blushed. "Not usually. I um, I just. . . do things to keep myself awake. Not that you aren't interesting! I think you're the most interesting person ever! No, I just, I'm weird."

A small laugh escaped Axel's lips as he watched Luka. "You aren't weird. Just. . . unique." He answered, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table out of habit.

Luka licked his dry lips. "Thanks Axel. Do you want me to pay? I'll pay for the food." He offered, pushing the rose further away from him.

"No, no it's fine. I've got some cash on me," Axel answered, taking out a few bills and setting them on the table. It wasn't much, but his parents didn't have a lot of money. They were still trying to figure out how to pay for his medical bills.

(If anyone here wants to join another hospital/asylum rp like this, I made one. You're all amazing writers, so I'd love to have you guys.)

"Hey, no, I was the one who took you here." Luka pulled out a credit card and placed it on the table, pushing Axel's dollars back towards him.

(I'll probably look into it if all my rps die again :v)

"M'kay, cool." Kaz rolled the bike away from the fence, stopping to sling a leg over it as he waited for Vaughn to get on. He suddenly wished Vaughn wanted fast food instead. The last thing he wanted to deal with was Cas giving him hell for not being in the support group

"Hey, no, I was the one who took you here." Luka pulled out a credit card and placed it on the table, pushing Axel's dollars back towards him.

Axel sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he thought. After a brief moment, he nodded faintly in agreement and slipped his money back into his pocket. "Thank you. . ." He added, a small smile spreading across his face.

(Should I make their food come out?)
(Yeah, I'll do that)

Luka nodded, smiling when he saw Axel's smile. The waiter came over, holding two plates and setting them down on the table.
"Enjoy your meal."
Luka shot a glance at Axel, "Let's eat?"

Axel nodded and took a bite of his burger, managing to swallow. He forced himself to eat a bit more, but after a few moments, he set his food back down. The nurses were constantly trying to get him to eat everyday, but he had a hard time keeping any food in his stomach. "It's good." He answered, looking up at Luka.

"Is it? I'm trying really hard to eat, but I feel like if I lean down, I'll fall asleep in my mac & cheese." Luka poked at it, squinting and leaning into his seat. The only food he'd ever eat in the hospital was cranberry juice. And he wasn't sure if cranberry juice was a food.

Lana glanced around at the rest of the support group. It seemed like the session was wrapping up, but she couldn't really tell. "Do you think we're allowed to hang out in each other's rooms?" she wondered aloud.

Thorn thought for a second, "I know I can't. Unless it's my own of course. Or it's the middle of the night. I hate being allergic to sunlight."

"Is it? I'm trying really hard to eat, but I feel like if I lean down, I'll fall asleep in my mac & cheese." Luka poked at it, squinting and leaning into his seat. The only food he'd ever eat in the hospital was cranberry juice. And he wasn't sure if cranberry juice was a food.

"It's good, but I don't know if I'm going to keep it down," Axel explained, watching Luka poke his mac & cheese. When was the last time he had eaten a full meal? With all the medicine and rehab he had to do, it had been awhile.

Was cranberry juice a food? No, it was a liquid. "If you throw up, I have barf bags in my room at the hospital." Luka took a bite, expecting happiness. "They didn't add enough cheese."

"Barf bags have technically become a necessity in my life," Axel sighed, shaking his head faintly as he leaned back in his wheelchair. How did his life become so screwed up? Two months ago, he was a kid who played lacrosse and had a fairly normal life. Though, Luka seemed to brighten things up a bit.

"Have you lost your virginity yet?" Ouch. He wished there were some things he could take back. Cringing on the inside, he managed to keep a straight face. You don't just ask about someone's virginity. "I mean, you don't have to answer. I just come up with the weirdest questions."

"Sadly no," Axel answered after a few moments, raising a brow at Luka's question. He chuckled lightly and watched him, continuing his explanation. "I'm a nineteen year old, one-legged, virgin. Why do you ask?"

"I don't have a filter like most people. Whatever pops into my head, comes out of my mouth." Luka shrugged and started to shrink into his seat, his face flushed. He prayed for the power to control time and go back and fix every weird thing he'd done.

Lana glanced around at the rest of the support group. It seemed like the session was wrapping up, but she couldn't really tell. "Do you think we're allowed to hang out in each other's rooms?" she wondered aloud.

Thorn thought for a second, "I know I can't. Unless it's my own of course. Or it's the middle of the night. I hate being allergic to sunlight."

"I could come to your room," Lana suggested, "to start on my drawing. If you're comfortable with it."

Thorn played with her hands for a moment. Should she? Why not, "Um sure. You can come I guess."

"I don't have a filter like most people. Whatever pops into my head, comes out of my mouth." Luka shrugged and started to shrink into his seat, his face flushed. He prayed for the power to control time and go back and fix every weird thing he'd done.

"Hey, it's okay," Axel answered gently as he watched Luka sink into his seat, his tone a drastic change from the usual sarcasm he used. It was kind of nice to see someone more flustered then himself.

Thorn played with her hands for a moment. Should she? Why not, "Um sure. You can come I guess."

"Yay! This is going to be great," she gushed, already standing up. "I'll meet you there. I gotta run by my own room to get my art supplies." And some inspiration, of course. Creativity didn't really count as a drug anyway. She didn't feel too guilty. "What's your room number?"

(in the story where Lana is originally from, she's addicted to "emotion" drugs which are basically what they sound like. they make you high, but they also induce whatever feeling/emotion you take. so Happiness, Forgetfulness, etc.)

He sat back up, face still beet red. "I'll go to the counter and pay and then we'll be out of this place. Anywhere you want to go?"

"I think the nurses want us back at the hospital, but they can wait. I'm fine with anywhere," Axel answered, a small smirk on his lips as he noticed the tint of Luka's face.

"I bet none of them have noticed we're gone." Luka stood up and grabbed his credit card, heading over to the counter.

"Probably," Axel sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on the palm of his hands as he watched Luka stand up.