A Dance to RememberThe large 'clunk' of a spotlight turning on resounds through the large Contest Hall. A lone trainer stands in the middle of the now partially lit stage. He is tall, a mysterious and dark figure, his face obscured by the shadow of the spotlight. The young man is dressed formally, in a tuxedo and a purple tie. His hair is neat, yet messy at the same time. He brings his hands, which had been politely folded behind his back, in front of him, and it is revealed he his holding two Pokéballs, each encased in a blue plastic bubble. Casually, he tosses them into the air,
"Alden, Elena! Grace us with your presence!"
He shouts to the arcing Pokéballs. At the tip of their arc, the two blue balls unhinge and a multitude of flashy lights are released. From one, sinewy white lines stream out, wrapping in a large ball before bursting to reveal a tall, handsome, blue colored, Gallade. He stands on the left end of the stage, and is also dressed in a tuxedo. From the other, golden music notes a
The White Parade: III of VIChapter III: The White ParadeThe White Parade: III of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passes. I find myself in his room again, taking more pictures. I don’t even think about it anymore; right after the last class is over, I catch the subway to the hospital, take the elevator to the fifth floor and knock twice on door 515. He never seems to mind. He never asks why I keep coming. He just lets me in when I knock and closes the door behind us—locking it to keep the unwanted medicals out. I bring the scarf this time, hidden inside a black gift bag I found in my closet the night before. When I give it to him, he seems rather…shocked. Not because it’s a scarf, but because it’s a gift for him.
He whispers a shy “thanks”, and then we get down to brass tacks.
“Did you hear about the girl in 522?”
It was only yesterday; how could I forget?
“I was in Claire’s room when the doctors ran past.” Click. “They said it was a…a ‘cod
The White Parade: II of VIChapter II: PerfectThe White Parade: II of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Why is she here?”
He’s sitting on the bench across from the elevator, waiting for me like he has been for the last week. There’s a square patch of cotton gauze taped to the inside of his left elbow, the telltale sign of the recently needled. His clothes are still the same (or perhaps, more believably, a different set) of cotton hospital pajamas in plain, standard white. He’s at the height of fashion in his clothes, at the very peak of classic American hospital chic that will never in a million years die out. If it ever does, then God help the masses without any other way of telling the difference between the medically experienced and the medically ignorant.
It’s the first time since our first meeting that The Patient has said anything to me, and the sound of his voice comes as a shock. The look of genuine interest etched into the permanent intensity of his face only serves to shock me further.
“Well? Are you gonna te
The White Parade: V of VIChapter V: Four WeeksThe White Parade: V of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s a month to the show. A month. Four weeks, give or take a day…
“I can’t believe it. Prismacolor markers, pencils…oil paints, turpentine…brushes…” He stares at the bounty with wide eyes. “Where did you get all of this?”
I just grin and set down a bag full of canvases of various sizes on the bed. “I happen to have very good friends.”
Actually, Mac happens to have very good friends. Friends in places an artist can only dream to have friends.
“Are those the…?”
“Mm-hmm. I think someone said something about bringing in an easel later.”
“Really? A-an easel?”
“Mm-hm.” I open the window. A small breeze blows through the screen, but nothing strong enough to disrupt papers. “It’ll be easier than painting on the windowsill.”
“Yeah…” He goes back to staring at the
The White Parade: FinaleChapter VI: And on the Sixth Day...The White Parade: Finale8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, determine that this is the situation for the defibrillator, then get someone else to wheel it out so they can get his heart working. Charge it up…
The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.
She screams again. Again, there’s a spike on the monitor; again, it flattens out into an even line. They wonder why she’s still here. Silent messages get sent at light speed, even as thei
The White Parade: IV of VIChapter IV: 3AMThe White Parade: IV of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Once again, I can’t stress how…terribly sorry we are about the mishap this afternoon.”
“N-no…no, it’s fine. Honest. I won’t sue unless I develop a habit for the stuff.”
They chuckle nervously. “Regardless… That was a careless move on our part. It could have been worse than a sedative.”
“Is he always that difficult?”
“You mean, ‘Is he always that hysterical?’”
She nods. “He’s never been…that way before. I’ve never seen him like that.”
“Yes, well… Normally we wait until you leave. When you left we just assumed—”
“That I was gone for the day.”
“My camera was there. All my stuff…”
“We didn’t see your things; he must have put them somewhere for saf