Ok so myself and St. Vee's Hospital both decided we'd like to see other people, so I was released. Good thing too, I can't stand medical work. I was born in a Hospital, and that's been it for my visits, till now at least.
I don't know even where to start with all the thoughts i have today, so just bear with me.
First, I guess I'm thankful for your kind words, and a bit embarassed at them at the same time. Kinda funny though, that half of you thought I was dead, the other half assumed I was Hallowed...yeah
I dunno about that last one.
Anyway to clarify what happened, I indeed took a decision out of B's hands after 'persuading' him to give me the tools needed to perform the move. What I didn't expect was such a foul reaction to it. It sort of felt like...well, like someone ripped a big gash in your soul, and then twisted it. It's something I don't wish upon anyone. Is that...what being Hallowed feels like?
So when I made up my mind, I opened up my blog, and drank the mixture. I figured if it was going to be dangerous, I needed to let you know what was going on. I know I was stupid and damn mysterious with it. I mean the suddenness of it had to be a shock, but I didn't want anyone to persuade me otherwise. So, I took the decision away from you. I'm sorry about that. It's like I lied to you all, but not mentioning it, so in the interest of full disclosure...
I saw him.
Apparently after I dialed 911, and unlocked my front door, I sat down on the floor and passed out. Sometime after the paramedics (bless them all) had me en route, I woke up and started screaming. It was enough that after I had settled down, and became more stable, that I got interrogated by their on staff psychiatrist or whatever. I really didn't pay attention to his job title. So I played evasive and non committal to his questions as best I could, and he knew it. So we wasted some time with questions I didn't want to answer, and him trying to passively glean more from me.
I eventually asked if I could have some net access real fast, which meant I'd have to leave the room, since computers weren't allowed in the ICU. That took some doing, but I sort of leveraged him into it, alluding to the fact I'd probably answer his questions straight up after I got to send out my message.
So that's how I posted the other day. With about 3 minutes of net access.
On my way back to my room, feeling like a ton of crap in a five pound bag, I looked out my window.
It was in the parking lot.
I...I'd like to say that I wasn't afraid of him, but the sudden shock of finally seeing the monster caused me to drop onto the bed, dumbfounded. It was more the feel of reality crashing down around me, finally seeing with my own eyes what was responsible for all the horrors we've seen. The worst part is...it felt comforting.
I shook it off, told the psych major I was tired and spent the night staring out the window
Blood work was done, analysis, all that stuff, in fact I'm scheduled to go back in later for more, but I don't think I'm going to do that, too many questions, and I really don't want to get anyone else involved.
Today I was released, played around in the wheelchair for 30 seconds or so, scanned the parking lot for old enemies, got a ride home from a friend, bought some blue food coloring and table salt, then came on here.
So yeah, big day.