Recovering after a fire [Miller/Nurse/Open]

Rosemary sighed as she sat writing in her journal, it had been a couple of days since the fire but the Nurse still wouldn't let her out, despite the fact that her blood was probably now replenished, her wounds well on the mend, the burns gone and most of the burns in her lungs were... Mostly gone. Though they were still a little bit irritating as whenever she breathed, it was still quite hard to do.

Rosemary was just thankfully that someone from her Dorm got her journal and some work for her to do, otherwise she would definitely have gone stir crazy by now. She hated being in Hospitals or school equivilants, it made her feel worthless and almost like she was being shoved out of the way so that she couldn't help or work. And she despised it with all her heart.

Margaret was lucky she got out that fire as well as she did, only some minor burns on her feet, a dislocated leg bone and some only minor lung issues. It could have been much worse. Though every morning she’s been getting some odd minor headaches, she ignored them of course her mind was in other places. By the looks of it Rosemary may have gotten worse lung problems than her because she seemed to have hard times breathing, but Margaret did not as much.

Margaret remained sleepless during her stay at the nurse’s office and that could be noticed by the prominent bags under her eyes. She didn’t sleep because she was too busy trying to work out everything that had happened during the fire and trying to deal with everything that changed due to it. Today though she had everything figured out and she had chosen the path in which she will live the rest of her life. There’s going to be big changes in her life, though she doesn’t know where to start.

Margaret was not in her assigned bed at the moment and was instead at a nearby window looking out at the school grounds. She was wondering what was going to be the first thing she would do once she would leave. Her goal before death was to be happy, but she wasn’t sure how to achieve this as it has been a while since she was herself. “Tell me, what makes you happy?” she directed to Rosemary as she was still looking out the window.

Rosemary semi watched Margaret out of the corner of her eye ever since they first came into the Nurse's office so she had noticed the bags but said nothing about it.

Although she was surprised when Margaret asked her about what made her happy so, shutting her journal and taking a rather deep breath she first asked. "In what context of happiness do you refer? Long term, short term? Blissfully happy, box standard happy? And how long a list am I allowed?" She asked in return, knowing slightly what Margaret may answer but she preferred it if she could narrow it down for her, if only to save her own breath. Though the question did strike Rosemary as being odd for Margaret but felt not to ask until she had given her definite answer.

Margaret smirked after Rosemary’s question, she wasn’t sure herself what of her question amused her, but it did none the less. She coughed into her sleeve no doubt a side effect of prolonged exposure to toxic chemical gas. She turned herself around, now being able to see the entire room she directed her eyes to her bed thinking about sitting back down onto it due to her leg pains. She limped to the side of her bed, because liming seemed to hurt her leg a lot less, and stood beside her bed. She took a deep breath through her nose after the succession of her task.

Margaret’s gaze fell upon Rosemary and she faced her with the notion that she was about to speak again. “I was thinking something, one thing that you enjoy doing, something that gives you that sweet sensation on the inside that makes you endure everyday life” she answered her somewhat tedious question. She looked down to her feet afterward. “It may seem like a silly question to ask, but for many years I’ve lived my life in hatred, rage, and misery, now that those are gone, I wish to rely on happiness, until at least the day I die” she spoke to possibly the ground since that was the place her voice and head were directed to.

What she said was true, in fact at this very moment even she could not easily describe what emotion she was feeling, it was not anger, misery, nor happiness. She just seemed monotone and lacked the capacity to emote.

Rosemary watched as Margaret limped back to her bed and softly smiled before she listened to Margaret completely by closing her journal and sitting a little straighter, a hiss slightly escaping her lips as she bent her right elbow and had a slight pull of her left leg but she didn't care as she thought about the answer Margaret gave, and thus her own answer.

Rosemary sighed softly as only one definite thing sprung into her mind, "The answer I give.... Shall probably cause you to ask me to narrow it down further....." She started before she took a deeper breath. "Living in the moment.... Is what gives me happiness.... Being around other people...... Taking each day as it comes and brightening it, no pun intended in that......" She further stated as she breathed during each of her pauses. "To find your way of enjoying life.... Sometimes you do need to compare yourself with other people and think.... 'What are they doing, that I am not? What is it they have, which I could somehow gain myself?'" She added, though she had the suspicion of what she had stated to Margaret first off, would be what she would ask next.

Margaret was satisfied by the answer that Rosemary had given and felt that she did not need to elaborate further than what she had provided. She sat onto her bed now noticing that Rose had been intrigued by the conversation from the fact her full attention was onto her. She fixed her leg so that it was now bent, it had some mobility problems, but that was beside the point. She looked back at the other woman adjacent to her with a very straight face. “That is a good answer, but don’t expect me to follow the same ethical path as you, I’m not looking at you to be a role model, just merely a template from which I can expand from since there are not too many other people that I am familiar with” she replied with no change in tone.

“You must have a simple life, don’t you? You aren’t running away from past experiences, none that I’m aware of anyway, you have nothing to fear and you have a good spirit about everything. It’s enjoyable isn’t it?” she questioned out of curiosity. Most of her points were not backed up with any source of information, but she was assuming she was right. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was trying to accomplish from this conversion she was just curious for the answer. “Don’t take my question into some form of jealousy or envy, I’m only curious” she continued.

Rosemary nodded, "Everyone has their own separate paths to take.... If one were to follow another's path, it would only be an insult onto themselves..." She answered with a smile, not at all feeling any pressure or anything of herself, just glad to be of some guidance.

She sighed heavily at Margaret's insinuations that she had a simple life. "Simple huh?" She stated as a question before she elaborated. "Not really..... Being a child born to one side of the family that has always possessed gifts... Whilst the other has mostly been 'gift-free'...... Is hardly what i call simple, let alone the attention that my family gets, it is difficult for things to remain a secret unless we know who to trust..." She started off. "My fears I keep to myself until I am found out... For it something that gives me constant pain... Not physical.... But it is painful enough, I do not let it cloud me unless a thought passes through my mind which reminds me of it.... And then I withdraw myself away from others to my soul companion, Swift Swan...."

Margaret listened for Rosemary’s first answer, she smiled in return to her response. “Well then it’s good to know you understand then” she replied. She straightened her structurally damaged leg out to ease the pain that folding it was giving her, at times she thought about amputating it because it wasn’t worth the pain of keeping, but that just seemed a bit foolish to do in reality.

Margaret listened to her further and of course Rosemary had proven her assumptions wrong with her reply. “What I meant was for someone like you, you know gifted and all, it is as simple as it gets when it comes to hiding from the rest of society” she added. “And your fears, everyone has fears like those, fears that they do not like to mention, fears that haunt them for the rest of their lives” she continued “but some get past those fears and leave to be forgotten or they accept them, it took me a while, but I am part of that group.”

Rosemary nodded as she got herself a sip of water from her bedside table as she listened. "It isn't always simple..... But life is full of challenges that we must overcome.... All of my life has.... So far been in hiding..." She stated, "I was born hiding... Never being allowed to be on my own in the Outside World until I had as much control over my powers almost as I do now...." She sighed, not fulling understanding what Margaret meant but had a mild inclination about it.

Rosemary allowed a heavy sigh to pass through her lips as she shifted her hips so that not all of her weight was on one hip. "My fear will take time to get over... Though I am far better than I was.... Before." She added afterwards as she gave a slight grunt at moving her arm.

Margaret listened to Rosemary and couldn’t help but to think about her father when Rose began to talk about being in hiding. “I guess being in hiding would be a wise choice, there are crazed people out there that their only life ambition is to completely eradicate your kind” she stated not knowing that she did not referred to the gifted as her own kind. “But then again those people don’t get too far in their goals.”

“I guess I wouldn’t know how hard life would be in hiding, I was not subjected to such an experience until a couple of years ago” she continued. Margaret didn’t think much of her life before she became part of this gifted people group, but that was probably because she didn’t care for reflecting on the past. She didn’t really consider going more in depth with that comment anyway.

“Don’t let fears consume you, that’s all I’m going to say about that because when you do you end up like me, spend too much time trying to fix your problem that you lose sight of everything around you or you spend all your time cowering away from it and let that take up your precious time.”

Rosemary nodded, "Sometimes it's better to keep to our own kind until we feel ready to encounter.... 'Others'..." She felt a little uncomfortable saying the words others for she saw everyone as being the same, but of course there was the 'normal' and the 'gifted' labels let alone the other stereotypes which just crawled under Rosemary's skin like a beetle.

Sighing as she took those thoughts away from her brain, Rosemary listened to how Margaret revealed she only became 'gifted' two years ago which made Rosemary crease her brows but she decided not to question it, brushing it slightly by saying. "We never know what will happen to us.... We can only take it in our stride."

Rosemary sighed as Margaret pointed out how fear will consume her. "Hence why I fix it on my own.... Rather than let it be public knowledge..." She smiled, "I don't wear my heart on my sleeve....."

Margaret left her ear open to hear Rosemary, but her eyes drifted to the window when the sunlight began to intensely shine down into the room. She was distracted by it because normally in her old room the windows would blocked off and she never saw the sun too often, it was just a strange spectacle see had to distract herself with. “Maybe keeping the gifted away from the normal people is a good idea, the other side is always paranoid of what the gifted might do, keeping them far from each other is the better idea” she spoke with the up most confidence in her words.

She ignored the next comment since it had some involvement with her own comment about her past. She did however listen to the next subject Rosemary talked about. She wasn’t too pleased with her reply. “Your comment only shows the ignorance you put towards my own, problems can’t be solved on their own, no one is strongly willed enough for that, even I could not pass my own problems without having to explode my own laboratory and you having to drag me out before I could kill myself” she explained with her tone slightly raised. “Do not make it hard on yourself by saying ‘I can deal with this on my own, but it will take time’ you take action and force it out and never let it return!”

Rosemary smiled as she felt the sun hit her skin as she collected the solar particles within herself, relishing in the warmth and how she started to feel a bit stronger with each second that she felt the sun. Thankfully she was able to listen to Margaret at the same time, "We cannot live in total isolation of each other forever.... To do so would only increase their suspicions of us." She stated as she opened her eyes to look at Margaret, the sparkle returning to the two emeralds.

Soon it went to uncomfort as Rosemary turned away from Margaret to look outside, "I have my own method to deal with my fear..... And my pain..... So there's no point in comparing your fear to mine when you don't even know what that fear is and why I have it!" Came her growl, perhaps her most violent answer to any question that anyone had ever asked her.

Margaret began to squint a bit both by Rose’s responses and the overwhelming sunlight that had leaked in not to long ago. She began to notice how different their views and opinions were in comparison, but Margaret refused to believe that she was wrong. “No you don’t understand this situation between the gifted and non-gifted, I’ve been on both sides throughout my entire life and I have a much more clearer image of it, the regular humans are afraid of us and wish to destroy us in order to be safe, if we leave them alone they will not bother us and we could live as two separate entities.”

Margaret was surprised by the way Rose spoke back to her, if she was her old self she would have enjoyed her anger. Now though she wasn’t sure whether she should be insulted or intrigued by it, in any case she began her rebuttal. “Does it matter what type of fear it is, not dealing with it while it is a small problem is foolish, if you don’t deal with it fast it will end up biting you in the ass, or in my case setting it a flame” she retorted strongly, not exactly hoping it would convince her, but at least let her consider it.

Rosemary chose not to reply to either of Margaret's responses, however it didn't mean that she wasn't considering what she said but in fact knew that they wouldn't agree so it was better to move on in her mind, so with a heavy sigh, Rosemary marked her journal with the ribbon attached and placed it on her table before she dug out the Maths work that was brought to her and so studied the questions.

Despite not being very good so far as the complicated equations that graced the later pages, for her main strength was Mental Arithmetic along with very quick calculations, everything else might as well have said goodbye to her in 6 languages as she started to look at the questions. "I'll never understand how some people believe that Music and Mathematics are very similar?!" She muttered to herself though wouldn't have minded Margaret's opinion, she was a good verbal sparring partner and held a wisdom of things that Rosemary wasn't familiar with, even with their clashes.