Goes To Waste [Open]

[Pandora Relenta]

Pandora gazed hopelessly into the blurry mirror that was placed carelessly on the wall. Her mind was spinning dizzily. Unfortunately, the sickness that many had caught had grown steadily worse. Pandora's case of the deathly flu was awful. It had started with one small blotch on her neck, then her skin had paled as a hacking cough took over. The almost-final stage of the evil flu was the purple and blue and red blotches forming all over her. They were spread hopelessly across her legs, arms and stomach. Her mind felt dizzy, and the world felt cold and lifeless to her. It was almost as if nothing existed. Everything felt like a big, overwhelming blob of horror.

It was a mixture of depression, a cold, and a flu. It chilled her to the bone. She wasn't hungry or thirst anymore. The lack of eating had made her bony and unhealthy. She was thinning out like spaghetti. Her red hair was lifeless, thin and it looked like used strips of string. No one could deny that time was running out for Pandora Relenta.

Her last meal was two days ago, when an Apollo literally had to force soft, crustless bread down her sore, dry throat. Her pain was unimaginable. Every moment was another heart attack. 20 knives hitting her body. All at once. On a mortal, the godly flu would kill. It had hit Pandora very hard. Sickness was easy to take over her body. She was small, weak and easily bruised and injured. When she got sick, it was horrible.

Tears glazed Pandora's eyes as she thought of the poor, frail creature she had become. She was usually active, bubbly and jolly, but now she was repulsive. She layed back down in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Curtains were shut around her bed. She coughed hard, then her mouth silenced. She heard coughs and hacks and vomits all around her, and it made her small ears pound. She rolled onto her stomach, and covered her head with the plain, white pillow that was on her bed. She needed to block out all of the sound. It hurt her head.

Pandora closed her eyes as the tears ran down her cheek. Saltwater tears that she had been holding in for so long. She cried until she was sure that she had run out of tears forever and ever, until she died. And if the quest and cure wasn't launched soon, it wouldn't be a lot longer until she died. Her whole life was set on this quest. If they failed, she would be gone. Dead. The thought made her so, so, so sad, but it was so, so, so true. She took a deep breath. She wouldn't leave the infirmary until she was cured.

She might never, ever escape alive.

[Amber Craze James]

It had been four weeks since Amber James had overheard Pandora Relenta - who was her BFF at the time - and Brandon Gale talking about her. It still hurt Amber. What else did people think about her? Did they talk behind her back like Pandora? She got a horrible image of Skye Remmington and Ilo talking to eachother about her. What would they say? Something about how hyper and talkative she was? Talk about how abnormal it is that she always sings? She didn't know. She didn't even want to know. If someone was faking being her friend, they would have to deal with it. She was who she was, and she had no intention of changing that.

Amber stared at the bottom of the bunk above her, she could feel tears leaking down her face. No one else was in the Apollo cabin. She would have too go to the infirmary soon. Not to work, but to get her bandages changed. They had allowed her to only go a few hours a day, as supposed to all day like she previously had. Why? Because she had cracked open her skull on the infirmary floor when she fainted. Why did she faint? Because they worked her too hard. It was the sad truth that everyone was so sick that they needed everyone who wasn't to practically live at the infirmary.

Amber wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up. She instantly felt dizzy. She hadn't slept the previous night because she was thinking. Then once it was clear she wouldn't sleep, she had gotten up and read for the three hours she had left. Once it was daylight, she had wandered around - also skipping breakfast - until everyone was out of her cabin, then she went to lay down. So there you have it. The pitiful day of Amber James. Usually she was bounding around, talking to everyone... but not recently.

She walked to the infirmary. Several people shouted greetings, but Amber pretended not to hear them. She didn't want anyone else... and why would she? They would just hurt her. Like knives running through her heart, Amber surpressed the vivid, painful memory of the words that Pandora said. It didn't work. The memory replayed in her mind, and the skinny blonde had to work at not crying. Unshed tears welled up so much that she couldn't see. But she knew camp so well that she didn't need too.

She walked into the big house, then turned into the hallway she knew so well. Before she actually entered the infirmary, Amber took a moment to wipe her eyes with her sleeve. Then she strode in, not even bothering to hide her face of sorrow. Why would she? It's not like anyone would give a dang what she feels like, so why would she mask it? Well, that's what she was thinking at that moment of lonliness. But if only she knew how wrong she was.

The skinny, blonde, Apollo child scanned the room for the person - her half brother, Danny - who was supposed to replace her bandages. She quickily spotted the dark hair of her brother, and went up behind him; she tapped his shoulder, light as a feather. Danny spun around to face her. That's when she realized how bad he looked. His hair was slicked with sweat, and his tan skin seemed to have a layer of grime on it. He seemed to be being overworked, too, because he looked skinnier and and more tired then he usually was.

''Amb! I've been waiting for you.'' He exclaimed.

''Oh... sorry. A-am I late?'' She stuttered. Great. Now she had caused someone else trouble. She wanted to cry again: It must have shown on her face, because Danny narrowed his eyes into a look of concern. ''No. I just... sis, are you feeling alright?'' He put his hand on Amber's shoulder and she nodded. ''Yeah. I'm fine.'' She lied softly. Danny didn't look convinced. Nonetheless, he didn't press the issue. He just put his hand on her back and led her to an empty bed where stuff was already laid out for her bandage. She tried to cringe as Danny pulled off the bandaged, examined the skull fractre, then put a new bandage on. ''Okay. You need to come back in two more weeks.'' He said. Amber nodded, then got up and hugged him. He seemed startled, then hugged her back.

Amber pulled away, then stared at him for a moment. Then: ''Uh, I can work a shift if you need one...'' She glanced at all the people and guessed what his answer would be. ''...If your head is feeling okay?'' Amber nodded. ''Then... just, take care of patient in bed thirty-four. Get her what she needs. An I.V., prehaps?'' Amber was almost glad to have something to occupy her time with. She started walking in the direction of the bed. She knew exactly where it was. Her mind traced back to when she would wander the halls, wondering when she would be big enough to be a trained healer. She used to have big dreams... if only someone had been there tp slap her and help her not set up too fail.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the person in 34. They had a pillow over their head, with a bunch of red curls spilling out. Amber would know those red curls anywhere. Pandora Relenta was the person she was supposed to take care of. This could not be happening... the very person she was trying to avoid was the one she needed to stay with all day. She could already feel the tears coming up, but she forced them down. Nothing was going to make her cry in front of Pandora.

Not again. Not after what happened.

Amber stole her nerve and approached the sobbing girl. She sat on the bed next to her and touched Pandora's back gently. ''Pandora?'' She said. I need to give you an I.V. You need to tell me how you feel, okay? I'm going to help you get better.'' She said softly. Sure, she was better at the singing side of Apollo... but she felt great to finally help someone again, no matter who it was.

WORDS! 1066
STATUS! complete.
TAGS! Pandora (Avery)/Anyone
NOTES! Drama FTW!
INSPIRATION! Because of You - Kelly Clarkson
OUTFIR! Click!
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[Pandora Relenta]

Pandora heard the soft voice of Amber but she couldn't make out what it said until the last few words. "...help you get better" nothing could ever help Pandora 'get better'. She had lost her best friend and freedom and more than half of her literal life form. She had lost everything. There was no 'getting better'. Some fairytales must not live happily ever after, because she was sure that this one wouldn't.

"What are you going to do? I don't want anything. I don't need anything. If anyone thinks that I'm going to live like this, you can tell them that they're wrong. I've lost everything I have, and soon I'll lose my life as well. Then I'll really be in hell." Pandora's muffled speech came out from under the pillow. She did not want to be helped.

Pandora Relenta was sick, and she wanted to be better, but Amber didn't even like Pandora anymore, so it didn't even matter at all. Pandora knew that Amber wasn't a grudge-holder, but if she was going strong fpr four weeks, it was obvious that this was something that Amber wouldn't just bring together all so suddenly. There wasn't anything that anyone could do to help her now besides bring the quest back with the cure. And that might never even happen if the quest failed.

[Amber Craze James]

"Stop talking like that! You're going to be fine." Amber said. Pandora was pale and skinny. Her hair had lost some of it's curl, and she just looked downright unhealthy. The blonde girl got up and pulled one of the I.V. rigs out of the closet, then filled up the bag and took it too Pandora. It killed her inside to see the redhead. But she swallowed her pain and focused on getting her the I.V.. Pandora might have hated her, but she was still in pain ans she still needed to get better. "Pandora, can you just turn on your back for me? I need to give you an I.V., and some pain meds if you think you need them." She said softly. Knowing that Pandora probably still thought that Amber was lying and that she couldn't get better, Amber started singing. After all, it was the one things she was certain she knew how to do.

"I only know it hurts to see one of my friends slowly fade away." She sang softly. "So maybe this time, I'll speak the words of life, with a fire in my eyes. But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words. What am I so afraid of? 'Cause here I go again." She was singing Here I Go Again by Casting Crowns. Amber decided to let her voice trail off, considering that Pandora wouldn't like hearing 'time is not his friend'.

Amber stared at the back of Pandora. What was she thinking? Somewhere along the lines of 'ugh, does that idiot ever stop singing?', or just something about Amber that was bad? It felt like someone was running a knife through her heart. The blonde girl closed her eyes and forced her head away from Pandora. She was not going to cry. Not on the outside, anyway. Because on the inside she was screaming. Something along the lines of 'get outta there!'.

WORDS! 327
STATUS! complete.
TAGS! Pandora (Avery)/Anyone
NOTES! Perfect lyrics for them ''looking at you kills me now//no I don't cry on the outside anymore''
INSPIRATION! Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson
OUTFIR! Click!
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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