#probabyl

day 327 - bubble wrap & ukulele !

hgrhghrhn!!

  ONE I don’t got the time, not soon, anyway; my ass is getting KICKED by school,,, as well as uhh. some. medical issues, that I’m not gonna get into right now. It’s a lot it’s been very stressful ya boy almost died but it’s alriGHT it’s all okay (even if the problem is not solved yet and i’m still at some minor riSK but shshsghkh we don’t talk about it)

and TWO I’ve never plAYED!! I’d shkjh... have to buy funny amogus game and then i’d be. perfectly in character as i haven’t the faintest idea what i’m doing but i’ll pretend to know exactly what’s going on, confidently

           Thoughts of what had happened earlier in day ran through Tate’s head, repeating in cycles as he tried to get a grasp on it. An explosion had gone off within the hall, and all who stood within it were in the crosshairs -- himself included.

          Tate had died -- that was the one of the few things in his mind he was completely certain of. The last thing he remembered before the bomb went off was that he speaking to Diem -- about what, he couldn’t quite remember, likely just idle chatter -- but then he was overwhelmed by sensations of pain throughout his body and suddenly a pair of warm arms wrapped around him. 

                             After that: nothing. 

                    A voice in his mind whispered, ‘You died.’ The credence he held to this thought was overwhelming.

          It was because of the nothingness he had felt. Blank, numbing. It was a feeling unlike any other he had had before. This alone had him convinced. But if had not been for that, then instead for the healers who had surrounded him with wide eyes, their whispers barely audible as they talked between themselves. They did what they needed to do to heal his injuries, not answering his questions. It seemed that they had just as many. When he was feeling well enough, ironic, considering he thought he shouldn’t even be able to stand right then, he left when their backs were turned. There were likely people who needed their help more than him.

                     ( Tate, you died, but now you’re alive again. You’re breathing. You’re okay. Don’t be asking for too much more. )

          What bothered him the most was that he hadn’t seen Bailey within the group of people. Healers were not the most prevalent of people, he knew, but it did seem like an awful lot had been near him -- why hadn’t Bailey been a part of that group? He needed to find her. Tate couldn’t call to mind the last time he had seen her. Surely he would have remembered if she had been in the gathering hall? Still, there had been many people there, and odds were he didn’t get to see all of them, but he hoped that his cousin hadn’t been there.

          He had heard one of the healers say that most of those in the palace had been gathered into the bunkers beneath the castle. That seemed the next most likely place for his cousin to be, if not helping with the rest of the men and women who seemed to not have enough hands to go around. The hallway was empty, unnervingly so, as he walked down it. Noises echoed off of the walls, and Tate could only hope someone would come around soon enough.

          Out of almost nowhere, it seemed ( or maybe Tate wasn’t paying quite enough attention to the world around him instead of his thoughts ), he saw another figure in the hall. Stepping in front of them before they could walk past, he asked, “ You wouldn’t have happened to see Bailey Whitcomb, would you? She’s a healer and -- ” he gestured back towards the direction he had come from “ -- I didn’t see her over there, and I just want to make sure she’s okay, you know? ”