[center][h1][color=IndianRed]Joel[/color][/h1][/center]

Joel averted her eyes as the staff wheeled in another patient, catching the color of brownish white stains on bandages around the person's arms. It looked like mud had been strained through cloth and slapped onto his wounds, like some primitive remedy to injury. Joel jumped when the curtain between them was suddenly yanked back, almost falling out of her bed.

[i]"Hey! Come here often?"[/i]

The girl flinched away from his positive manner; instead of making eyecontact, she stared at the twining white around his arms and legs, like a live mummy come to haunt her. Something about him felt undeniably [i]wrong[/i]...As if his existence was against human nature. 

"I don't usually find myself in the hospital, no," she found herself saying. Her voice felt dry and trite against her throat. She fought back a wince as the bruises on her neck pulsed, the throb sending an ache to her skull. She absent mindedly gripped the back of her head, the spot still sensitive from the concussion her kidnapper gave her the night she was taken. "What about you? Are you accident prone, or something?" She asked, indicating to the bandages.