01<@Ardweden> [Day: Tuesday, September 28. Time: About lunch time.] 01<@Ardweden> [Tiffany successfully escaped Sydney's dastardly gaze and words to make her way up to the third floor and see Jason! Her hand is still bandaged. She knows the hospital pretty well, so she doesn't get nearly as lost as she could otherwise.] 01<@Ardweden> [She even manages to make it to a certain room without incident: 313A.] 01<@Ardweden> [Start!] 06* Tiffany creeps around the edge of the doorframe before taking in a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate. She squints at the unconscious form and steps in fully, letting out a deep sigh and grabbing her wrist, looking small as usual. "Um...hey...ah...hey Jason..." 06* Tiffany doesn't expect a response as she slowly, sheepishly steps forward towards him, glancing his way every once and a while. And the several monitors and hookups ever present. Also for signs of other visitors. 01<@Ardweden> [The room is empty except for its sole occupant, looking as thin and pale as when Tiffany last saw him.] 06* Tiffany winces as she looks at the empty room. "I...uh...forgot to get flowers...uh...especially since I know a guy who works at the flower shop now, crap..." She takes another step forward, eyes shifting to look at her wrist, subconsciously squeezing her own with her other hand. 01<@Ardweden> [Tiffany's phone buzz-beeps in that text message-y way.] 06* Tiffany blinks and reaches into her pocket, tilting her head at the message. And the who of the message. And all that good tech-savvy stuff that she knows how to do. 01<@Ardweden> [Tiffany's phone lights up with a message from Christina: "TIFFANY!! Are you in the hospital? You ok???" Three question marks means it's serious business.] 06* Tiffany winces at the concern and then starts to type a text back, wincing as her fat fingers make kind of a uyihkhlmnjl all over her text. She switches hands and moves to be...very hunt and peck. "m fin no bigh" There's a wince at the last, but she sends anyway. Close enough. 01<@Ardweden> [Response, right away: "Can i call?"] 06* Tiffany sighs and looks over at Jason, watching him for a moment before leaning against the bedpost, turning her back to him and typing in "y" Girl of many words. 01 [A couple of minutes after Tiffany hits send, her phone rings. Caller ID says yes, it's Christina.] 06* Tiffany picks up the phone and sighs lightly into the other end. She doesn't seem too particularly happy but then again, when does she? "Hey..." 01 ["TIFFANY," says Christina on the other hand. The caps. They're there in real voice. "What's going on? What happened?!"] 01 [Her voice is a bit echoing.] 06* Tiffany winces at the echo, then rubs her ear, leaning away from the phone a bit *trying* to have her voice sound reassuring. "Hey, calm down. I just had a little mishap. Didn't wanna go to the nurse's office, cause y'know how *they* are. That's all..." She breathes and adds, softer. "Sorry for making you worry..." 01 ["What mishap? And with *Tyler*? He's there too, isn't he?"] 06* Tiffany winces a bit more at that, then adds, voice *trying* to keep even. "...who told?" 01 ["The whole school knows!" Pause, and then Christina sounds a little more calm: "I mean, most people agree that Tyler's in the hospital. It's a 50/50 on you and if you ditched or not."] 06* Tiffany frowns and then hisses. "That *snitch*! Fuck...I..." She winces at the sound of her own voice. "Look, it wasn't my choice, alright? And the rumormill's going to go crazy. What are people even *saying* right now?" 01 ["Who snitched?" Christina asks, surprise in her voice.] 06* Tiffany waves her hands agitated, then covers her receiver, whispering an apologetic sorry to the unconscious room occupant. She was going to have such a nice visit too. Turning back to her phone, "I don't even...I don't know. There shouldn't have been anyone who *saw* Tyler though...I sure didn't see anyone..." 01 ["I dunno," she says, "but why are you covering up for Tyler?"] 06* Tiffany frowns and then covers the phone a bit as she hisses, to the one person she'll trust. "Because it's the first time I've ever seen anyone stand up to Josh and sure as shit if anyone deserves to go at it alone against *that* guy..." She sighs and laments, fingers dragging through her hair. "Believe me...I know what it's like to go at things alone like that..." 01 ["Oh." And then, more quietly, "Oh." Pause. "So... yeah, so anyway, there's a lot of theories about how Tyler ended up at the hospital. Nobody knows for sure, though."] 06* Tiffany sighs slightly. "Good..." Quieter, she adds, "Look. Christina. I need you to do me a favor. Well...a couple favors, alright? 01 ["I'm listening," she says, the echo still there.] 06* Tiffany frowns, pausing for a moment, both in voice and body. "...where are you anyway?" 01 ["Bathroom," Christina says, cheerfully. "The one by the pool." That's about as far from the cafeteria you can reasonably get without a hall monitor catching you.] 06* Tiffany chuckles and twists a lock of hair now. "Sounded like old times..." She breathes and then adds "Look. If you can dispell any rumors that I left with Tyler, that'd be great...also do *not* let on that Josh was involved...I promised..." 06* Tiffany frowns and adds, trying to add, "I...uh...well...if you do it, I'll see if I can convince Hank to ask you to the dance...you ain't gotta date, right?" 01 [Long pause. "I dunno, Tiffany. I don't think he'd actually go with me."] 06* Tiffany frowns a bit and sighs. "I can ask...hell, I haven't seen him much lately, but I might as well *try*, right?" Her voice gets more morose. "Ugh. That's right. Tyler wanted a date too..." 01 ["You should go with Tyler." Christina's total lack of straight face comes through very clearly over the phone.] 06* Tiffany deadpans right back. "Yeah. And maybe next I should jump into a sharkpit with electric eels covered in barbeque sauce with an open chest wound. Sad thing is, I think that'd be more *enjoyable*." 01 [Christina giggles on the other end. Honest to goodness giggles. And then a bell rings on the other end. "Ugh, I've got to go. Look, I'll see what I can do about the thing about you and Tyler. No promises!"] 06* Tiffany breathes out with a slow sigh and then adds, with a genuine, "Thanks Christina. You're...thanks for putting up with my shit..." 01 ["No problem. Gotta go. Bye!" And she hangs up.] 06* Tiffany is about to say something else but the hangup happens. She looks at the phone and then breathes before looking back at Jason. "Sorry about that..." She purses her lips a bit before stepping forward, watching him curiously for any reaction. "...Carlos?" 01 [No reaction that Tiffany can see.] 06* Tiffany frowns and sighs a bit. Not sure what she was expecting. Her chin dips. "Not sure what I was expecting..." She breathes out. "It'd be a fucking miracle if my shitfest of a life turned around like that, huh?" She gives Jason a hesitant smile and then walks forward to squeeze his hand, thinking of what she knows. Her conversations with Carlos, time with Jason...everything...it's like a dream, right? Should tell her *something* about him...if she's even right about this at all... 01 [End!]