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Post by Miles Morales on May 28, 2018 22:05:07 GMT
⇒ What Must Be Done // 01 . 01
Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Bellevue Hospital Center
Bellevue Hospital, founded on March 31, 1736, is the oldest public hospital in the United States. Located on First Avenue in the Kips Bay neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City, Bellevue Hospital is also home to FDNY EMS Station 08, formerly NYC-EMS Station 13. It handles nearly 460,000 non-ER outpatient clinic visits, nearly 106,000 emergency visits and some 30,000 inpatients each year.
Several nurses rushed around the Bellevue Hospital Center's sixth floor, each one heading towards the building's west wing. From what could be overheard, a patient had just gone into cardiac arrest and needed resuscitation. Their volumes were intense, each of them shouting unfamiliar terminology and quick commands at one-another. Heavy boots clashed against the ground and echoed through the interlaced hallways with the intensity of a battlefield. Soon after they left the main hallway, the sounds all dissolved into white noise.
A teenager sitting in the floor's small lounge area switched his attention back towards a stain on the ground. He wanted to disconnect from the scene around him and avoid the ever-present feelings of sickness and death that emanated from every room. Once again, he was waiting for a nurse to pull him back into the maze of hallways so he could see his boyfriend, Jackson Wright. It was a routine at this point, but a stressful one nonetheless. With each passing visit, the future became more and more unpredictable. Days of stress soon turned into weeks and weeks into months. Now, it had been a full year since Jackson was admitted as an inpatient, and the light at the end of the tunnel didn't seem to be getting any brighter.
"Iseul Park?"
The nurses that sped down the hall could've easily been heading towards the same room he was visiting. The thought of losing Jackson became more and more intrusive as they approached his door, a pattern that the teen was all too familiar with. He couldn't help but lose himself to his paranoia. What if he has a heart attack? What if his lungs gave out while he was in the room? What if one of his machines failed?
"I'll leave you be," the nurse said quietly, walking away from the teen without batting an eye.
The situation became so routine that he didn't even realize the two of them walked up towards the door. The curtains were closed, and his reflection was the only thing he could see along the glass wall. Iseul was wearing full-length black jeans, the same ones he kept in his work locker, and a pair of brown boots that he became all too familiar with over the years. He pulled down the hood of his black winter coat, his fingers tracing the streaked grey and white fur, and revealed his featureless porcelain face to the reflection. Despite having such an unorthodox physical appearance, Iseul was somewhat comfortable with how he looked. Jackson was one of the few people who wasn't frightened or surprised when they had first seen one-another. Even with the comforting thoughts of their first encounter pacing through his mind, however, Iseul's body was still shaking violently.
Close your mind to this feeling, Park. He said to himself, his right hand raising towards the handle while his left was clinging to a plastic shopping bag. He doesn't need this negativity.
Slowly, Iseul opened the door and stepped through the frame, reacquainting himself with a reality he longed to forget.
Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Bellevue Hospital Center
Bellevue Hospital, founded on March 31, 1736, is the oldest public hospital in the United States. Located on First Avenue in the Kips Bay neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City, Bellevue Hospital is also home to FDNY EMS Station 08, formerly NYC*EMS Station 13. It handles nearly 460,000 non-ER outpatient clinic visits, nearly 106,000 emergency visits and some 30,000 inpatients each year.
Iseul slowly closed the door behind him and allowed the light from the setting sun to permeate the small hospital room. All of the walls were mantis green with the exception of the wall across from the door, which was mostly a floor-to-ceiling window. Darkwood bookshelves lined either side of the window, each of them raising up to half the height of the room. Plastic potted plants laid on top of the cases and old novels lined the shelves. A large flatscreen television was mounted on the wall to the left of the door, and the hospital bed was to the right. The quiet sounds of beeping machines and NBC Nightly News resonated through the room.
Turning his head, Iseul noticed that Jackson was fast asleep, the majority of his body buried under thick sheets. He scanned the room for somewhere to sit, and after a moment, he found a metal folding chair resting against the glass wall. As Iseul walked towards the chair, he took another good look at his friend. Jackson Wright was an African American teen, just like Iseul. He stood at five-foot-ten but weighed in at just over one-sixty, a byproduct of his muscular build. The teen had dark brown skin, vibrant russet brown eyes, and a high fade cut. His face was a little rounded and his cheeks slightly overlapped the sides of his mouth. Iseul couldn't help but get lost in his appearance for just a moment, thinking of how he'd barely changed since they met.
16 April 2015; 05:27
"Yo, all of Y'all get your asses up already," a voice called out from downstairs. "I need Y'all in the garage."
From the second story of the Hook and Ladder Company Eight building, a series of short groans could be heard, all ranging in pitch and volume. Each of the staff, still tired from working the night before, rolled out of their metal-framed beds and fell onto the floor. Men and women alike drew themselves up and dragged their bodies down the building's steps, and all but one managed to find their way into the garage. Once they were all past the small metal arc separating the garage from the lower stairwell, they each noticed their boss, Phillip Johnstone, standing in full uniform with someone hidden behind him.
"I want to introduce you all to a new Company Eight recruit," the boss exclaimed, stepping out of the way of the teen he was covering. His movement was quick, a blur of his black uniform and ivory skin. Even his hair couldn't keep up with his movement, his dark-brown bun losing its shape despite being tied low on the back of his head. Everyone noticed the change in his diction, and it was obvious that he was trying to sound a bit more formal in the face of a new member.
The entire staff, or at least those who were present, gasped in shock upon seeing the recruit's face. Some began to rub their eyes just to confirm what they were seeing, and others simply couldn't break eye contact. To the teen, their gasps were more negative than neutral. He was used to this kind of treatment whenever he introduced himself to someone, that subtle feeling of fear from interacting with the unknown.
Regardless, he had to make a powerful introduction, and this was an opportunity he wouldn't pass up. The teen drew his breath in, allowing his chest to rise while he calmed his body down. He cleared his throat as well, though it was much louder than he had hoped.
"Good morning," he began, raising his volume higher than he normally would. "I'm sorry to wake you all so early, but Mr. Phillip wanted everyone to meet me as soon as I got here. My name is Iseul Park..."
He paused for a moment, assessing the entire crowd. They all wore sky blue t-shirts and shorts with the company insignia sewn into the left sleeve. Even though they were presented as one intimidating group, Iseul stepped over his fears and acknowledged each one as an individual. They were all people with different personalities, different backgrounds, and different goals. Fear wouldn't hold him back from getting to know them, and hopefully the same could be said for the staff.
"And I'm going to be the greatest firefighter in all of Long Island."
The firefighters said nothing in response, all of them still caught up in Iseul's appearance. After a moment of silence, a spree of mumbles broke out between the members of the group. How else would they react? There was an elephant in the room and it certainly wasn't being addressed. The lack of acknowledgment Iseul was getting caused him to feel weary. He knew his appearance was unorthodox but was it that offputting? In a world where people could turn into much more horrid beings, a kid who lacked a face shouldn't have been that strange.
Suddenly, a dark-skinned man with long dreads stepped out from the crowd. He walked straight towards Iseul and rested his left hand on the teen's right shoulder. Iseul looked up at him, taking notice of his dark eyes and well-kept goatee, though his most defining feature was the wide scar that covered most of the left side of his face. The healed skin in that area was several shades lighter than his normal skin tone.
"Welcome to the team, bud," he spoke with a deep voice. "But don't get too ahead of yourself now. We're all aiming to be the best."
Iseul thanked the man, and just as his new acquaintance had greeted him, the others began to follow his lead. They shook the teen's hand and patted his back in respect for his ambitions. For the first time in a few years, Iseul felt somewhat comfortable around a new group of people.
"Cain?" Phillip called out from the side of the nearby fire engine. To Iseul, it looked as if he was trying to find someone.
"Yes, sir?" The man with dreads said, stepping away from the group.
"Where the hell is Jackson?"
Just as he began to get lost in his thoughts, Iseul was snapped back into reality by the sound of stirring sheets. Jackson began to move from under the covers, and not a moment later, he was wide awake. The injured teen turned towards Iseul and propped part of his body up using his elbow.
"What're you doing here?" He asked, rubbing his eyes awake. "It's too early for you to visit."
"It's six in the afternoon, dumbass."
Jackson's eyes widened and he shot up immediately, though pain and regret filled his face as he gripped the left side of his body. There was an IV in his right arm and a tube going through the base of his neck. A machine right beside the bed was hooked up to the tube, giving off a subtle rhythm of beats. This was the reality Iseul tried his hardest to avoid. In front of him was someone he deeply cared for, and despite a full year of being in and out of the hospital, he still couldn't walk on his own. Not only that, but he needed a machine in order to breathe properly.
"I've been asleep all day, haven't I?" Jackson asked, resting on his side once more while turning his attention back to Iseul.
"I wouldn't know," Iseul replied honestly. "I've only been here for a few minutes."
Jackson stared at Iseul for a moment before laying back on the bed, his hands rising up to cover his face. Iseul stayed silent, not quite understand why his friend was so upset. From the outside, one might think that losing the ability to walk and breathe on your own would be enough to constantly be upset, but Jackson was accustomed to the condition his body was placed in. If anything, missing breakfast would be more upsetting than something like this.
"What's wrong, JJ?" Iseul asked, resting his elbows on his knees while his chin fell onto his interlaced hands. "Did something come up recently?"
Jackson said nothing, opting to turn over once more to face the ceiling. There was an odd silence between them but it wasn't an awkward or discomforting one. Iseul just needed to give Jackson time to collect his thoughts.
"They gave me a new estimate today," Jackson began. "Or, I guess it was yesterday?"
He mumbled something under his breath before continuing. "They told me that I'd probably be in and out of here for another three years. One year for surgery and for my lungs to fully recover, then I'm allowed to go back home for good. After that, I'll be in physical therapy for two year and they'll see if I'll be able to walk again."
"That's good to hear," Iseul began. "At least you have a rough-"
"Hundreds of thousands," Jackson said arbitrarily, completely cutting off Iseul. "That's how much this is all gonna add up to. Hundreds of thousands of dollars that I don't have and that you don't have..."
Iseul didn't know how to respond to the statement. For the past year, the two of them have been pulling together their salaries and savings to afford Jackson's medical bills. Still, with every passing visit, it became harder and harder for them to work out a budget and plan for the next. Iseul was at the bottom of the barrel in terms of how much money he had left and Jackson had long since run out of funds.
"Scoot over," Iseul said. Jackson moved closer to the opposite end of the bed and Iseul climbed onto the empty space. Once he was on, he simply wrapped his arms around Jackson's shoulders and pulled him closer.
"I got a new job recently," he began. "A private construction job. It's short-term, and for the time being, I won't be working at the firehouse. Still, if you need money then this will help pay for it. It may take some time, and it may cause some stress, but we're going to get through this shit together, alright?"
Jackson said nothing in response, and rather than giving congratulations or a counterargument, he simply rested his head against Iseul's body, hoping that the next few months would turn out better than they'd been.
⇒ Word Count | 1724 (2234)
Last Edit: Jul 1, 2018 18:31:24 GMT by Miles Morales
Post by Miles Morales on May 30, 2018 23:36:59 GMT
⇒ What Must Be Done // 01 . 01
Fahrenheit is the first arc of the series and focuses on Iseul's struggle with funding his boyfriend's recovery. After learning that Jackson would require inpatient medical care for the next three years, Iseul quits his job at the FDNY and digs deeper into New York's crime ring, hoping to discover a way to make quick cash and pay for Jackson's next hospital bill. Unfortunately for him, what starts as a quick mission will soon turn into a long-term investment, and Iseul is unsure of whether or not he can truly commit to it.
⇒ Location | Hook and Ladder Company Eight
Hook and Ladder Company Eight, founded in 1903, is a New York City Fire Department (FDNY) fire station, located at 14 North Moore Street at its intersection with Varick Street in the Tribeca neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City. The firefighters of Hook & Ladder No. 8 were among the first responders to the September 11, 2001, attacks.
Sitting with his back against the southern brick wall of the Hook and Ladder Company Eight, Iseul began to pull the white plastic container out of the shopping bag he'd been carrying with him ever since he left the firehouse earlier that day. He opened the container with extreme caution, treating it as if it was Pandora's box. As the top slowly came open, the evils of the world completely flooded his senses. What did he expect to feel after what he'd done? A small mound of twenty dollar bills rested inside, a haphazard way of hiding his actions from Jackson, and more importantly, from himself. His superego wouldn't let him accept what he had done, but his ego knew that the situation was too unpredictable. If Iseul truly wanted Jackson to get better, this was the path he had to go down.
Silently, he closed the lid and put the container back into the shopping bag. As he stood up and walked away from the building, all he could think of was what he told himself earlier that day.
Close your mind to this feeling, Park. He thought. After all, it's just...
What Must Be Done // Completed
⇒ Word Count | 193 (2427)
Last Edit: Jun 2, 2018 23:20:48 GMT by Miles Morales
Whew, excellent story. Really looking forward to what comes next. Code my Free-Roams?
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Iseul Park Receives:
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50 EXP
625 Gold
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