Was he asleep? He seemed to be… Well, this might be a bit awkward. Her, staring at a sleeping guy. Still, he looked a bit familiar. As soon as she thought it, he moved a bit, and she started. Fumbling with her journal, she bent back over it, perpetually fucking up her back. She looked down at the nurse picture and started doodling flowers on the side of the page to busy herself. Or at least to look busy. Wow, that was an interesting way to draw a rose that she definitely hadn’t done a million times before. Wow, that looked kind of like a generic flower tattoo. Good job, me.
Glancing back towards him, he was definitely awake. He was breathing louder, which she only noticed because her heart had calmed down from its momentary panic. Though just her eyes flickered over there, she felt self-conscious enough about it that she sighed and rolled her shoulders, straightening up a bit. She was getting way too tense. Who was she kidding, she was always too tense. She laughed to herself a bit, then stiffened. Oh god he probably thought he was roomed with a lunatic now. She was incapable of being nonchalant.
It was then, staring down at her nervous sketchy mess that she detected movement in her periphery. Glancing up curiously, she noticed he’d grabbed something from the bedside table… Was that a whiteboard? Her head tilted to the side just as he finished writing something and held it out to her. She leaned back a bit in her surprise, but quickly understanding that she should read it, relaxed forward again. She felt like she must’ve looked like some scared animal.
It wasn’t that bad, honestly. The handwriting was boyish but not indecipherable. She'd certainly seen, and been responsible for worse. In response to the question she frowned then looked back up to meet his eyes and shrugged. “They kind of just dumped you in here and left without saying anything,” she told him, hoping that wasn’t too blunt for someone who just woke up. “Like, literally, they didn’t look like they were being too careful,” she rambled. She stopped to wonder why he wrote on a whiteboard. He was in the hospital, so was it like a throat thing? Tonsils, maybe?
As she tried not to analyze everything and failed miserably as usual, she could feel the recognition bubbling. She looked at him, puzzled. “I feel like I know you…” Then it hit her. “Oh! I’m sorry, can you read lips? I just… Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m being totally inconsiderate.” The words tumbled out of her in a blur. She was pretty sure he could read lips, she’d seen him talking with friends and they didn’t always sign, so he could probably read lips. Grasping her pen which had been held loosely in her limp hand, she moved to the page opposite her drawing and scrawled something out, which she then leaned over and passed as far as she could reach to his table with the pen, figuring it might be a bit small to read from a distance. She bit her lip absently, hoping this was okay.
Hi. It’s Dan, right? I’m Ari. Or Arianna, if you prefer. Sorry I didn’t recognize you right away, I didn’t expect to see anyone else from Baum here!