Post by Allierose on Jul 7, 2009 1:16:55 GMT -5
Okay, so... I just wrote this tonight because I don't want to sleep and I wanted to write something... Wybie/Coraline-ish. Okay, so, this is way out of character for me. I don't usually write stuff like this because I'm no good at it, so... I already know this isn't too good. If you guys could comment on the stuff about it that you like, that would be great. Just don't comment on what I have to work on, because I don't plan on writing this style ever again. Ever. Also, this is a oneshot, it's kinda sad, and it's Wybie/Coraline... yeah. That's it.
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She got the call around two in the morning. Well, her mom got the call at two in the morning. And if you know Mel Jones, you’ll know she doesn’t like getting woken up if it isn’t a life-or-death situation.
Unfortunately, this was a life-or-death situation.
Coraline woke up to rushed footsteps down the hall and her parents talking in hushed tones. She glanced at her clock and groaned at the time. And then slowly realized that whatever had happened must have been a big deal.
Coraline was out of bed and wearing a robe and tennis shoes before her mother even opened the door. She seemed relieved to see that Coraline was already awake, but the relief was rinsed off her face as she took her daughter by the wrist and pulled her to her in the longest hug Coraline had ever gotten from her mother.
“Mom… what’s going on?” Coraline asked, her voice muffled against her mom’s cotton pajamas. “Is it Grandpa? Is he...”
“No, honey,” Mel whispered against Coraline’s forehead (she had grown quite a lot since her sixteenth birthday). “I’ll tell you in the car.”
“But where are we going?” Coraline asked as she and her mother walked briskly down the stairs and out the door. Her father was already in the car, revving the engine. On the top floor, Coraline could see Mr. Bobinski’s light turning on.
Mel sat in the passenger seat and Coraline got in the back. Charlie backed the car out of the driveway and started speeding towards the freeway.
“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” Coraline demanded.
Mel turned around in her seat. She had a serious look on her face. “Coraline, something very… badhas happened to Wybie.”
Coraline felt her stomach heave suddenly.
“W…W…what?” Coraline demanded. She already felt tears pricking behind her eyes.
Not Wybie. Not Wybie. Not my only friend, she thought desperately. Please let this be some sick joke.
“He was out riding his motorcycle…”
“Wait, tonight? Uh, hello, it’s night time!” Coraline said angrily. “That idiot,” she said stubbornly.
Mel smiled a little and then it was gone. Humor could only get you so far in a dire situation.
“His grandmother told me that the lights on his bike were broken… an oncoming car didn’t see him… he… he…”
“He got hit full-force on his left side,” Charlie finished. “Totally blindsided.”
Mel groaned a little and glanced at Charlie. “I was getting to that.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Will he be okay?” Coraline demanded. “I mean… he won’t die… will he?” Okay, those definitely weren’t pin-prick tears anymore. She was actually crying now. Her mother’s answer didn’t make her feel any better.
“His grandma says that they don’t know yet…” Mel sighed. “I guess that’s why they called us now and not tomorrow morning… they don’t know… he’s in the emergency room.”
“Wybie won’t die, kiddo,” Charlie said, smiling into his mirror so Coraline could see it. “That kid is made of concrete. He’ll stay tough through anything.”
The rest of the drive was painfully slow and painfully quiet. Coraline spent half the time attempting to text Wybie. No answer, obviously, but she needed something to do.
Once her father had parked the car in the parking structure, Coraline was out of the car and sprinting towards the big door that read “EMERGENCY ROOM” in large letters. She pushed through the door, ignoring her parents calling her name. She burst straight through into a waiting room. The woman behind the counter looked up in the surprise, as did the number of people sitting in chairs.
“Can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked, her eyes softening when she saw Coraline’s expression and the tears still falling down her face.
“Coraline!”
Coraline looked up to see Rosemary Lovat sitting in a chair closest to the closed-off hallway. Coraline felt relief flood through her as she ran to Wybie’s grandmother. She took a seat next to the frail woman and looked at her pleadingly. “Is he okay? Oh my God, I’ve been so worried about him… can he see visitors? I mean, is he even awake? Is he-”
“Coraline, honey, I’ll answer if you stop talking,” Rosemary smiled. Coraline blushed. “Honey… where’s your parents?” she asked, suddenly.
“Right here,” Charlie answered on queue, walking up to the two ladies and looking at Coraline. “Next time we yell for you, come back.”
“’Kay,” Coraline sighed.
Mel followed Charlie and sat next to Coraline. Charlie grabbed a magazine and leaned against the wall.
“How is-” Mel began.
“Hon, lemme answer Coraline’s questions,” Rosemary said. “She had a million.” She turned to the teenager in question. “Wybourne’s asleep right now,” she started. “They gave him a bunch of painkillers and he was out like a light. Concussion, three ribs are broken… I think it was two bones in his left arm… and he cracked his left shin. I think he may have hurt his right leg too… his bike landed on him.”
“Why was he even out this late?” Coraline demanded. “And his headlights were broken! That moron had it coming!”
“I suppose he didn’t think nobody’d be driving this late,” Rosemary answered.
“What about the driver of the car that hit him?” Mel asked. “Where’s he?”
“He called 9-1-1, followed them to the hospital, gave me his phone number, and left. He apologized like there was no tomorrow, too,” Rosemary smiled. “Nice guy. Poor man will have this incident on his mind for the rest of his life. Even though it was Wybourne’s fault.”
“Can he see visitor’s yet? I mean… when he’s not asleep?” Coraline asked.
“I don’t know,” Rosemary sighed, shaking her head. “I haven’t seen him since they wheeled him in there. A nurse came to tell me what was wrong with him. That’s it.”
An awkward silence filled the room until Coraline pulled her feet onto the chair and hugged her knees. “I always told him those joyrides would kill him…” she whispered. “I just hope I was wrong.”
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It was easily two hours before a doctor came out from behind the door. Coraline looked up, hoping this man was here to talk to Rosemary, not one of the other people in the room.
“Ms. Lovat?” the doctor asked, pulling the mask down from his mouth.
“Yes,” she said. She had been half-way reading an old copy of Harry Potter that someone had left in the room and looked like she was about to fall asleep.
“Your grandson is awake,” the doctor said. Coraline thought her gut might burst with joy. “He’s asking to see you. He’s also wondering if there’s a… I think he said ‘Jonesy’… is there a ‘Jonesy’ with you?”
“I’m Jonesy- well, uh, Coraline… but… um… same thing,” Coraline said lamely.
“Well, would you two mind coming with me?” the doctor asked. Coraline turned to her parents.
“What are you waiting for?” Charlie asked.
“Go ahead,” Mel smiled. Coraline stood and helped Ms. Lovat to her feet.
As the two walked down the hallway after the doctor, Ms. Lovat complained to the doctor.
“You know, it’s about time you took us down here. The two of
us have been worryin’ about poor Wybourne for hours now. What’ve you been doing to him? Extensive brain surgery?”
“Not that he doesn’t need it for thinking it was okay to go on a joyride,” Coraline grumbled. Rosemary chuckled.
“I’m very sorry about the wait, ma’am. We wanted to make sure that Wybourne was in good enough health to see visitors.
“He’ll live, right?” Coraline demanded loudly.
“Most definitely,” the doctor answered, nodding his head. Honestly, that was the best answer Coraline could have gotten, and she felt like she might cry of happiness right there. “Here we go,” the doctor said, opening a plain door marked “126”. “Wybourne, there's someone here to see you.”
Coraline let Rosemary in first. The old woman hobbled over to the white bed in the middle of the room to kiss her grandson, who laughed a little and answered her many “Are you okay”s.
Coraline flattened herself against the wall and stood silently for a while. Might as well not jolt him anymore than his grandmother was.
“Hey, isn’t Jonesy here?” Wybie asked suddenly. “Or… didn’t she come? I thought she’d be worried…”
“Of course she’s here… quit hiding, girl,” Rosemary instructed. Coraline felt herself smiling. She pushed away from the wall and walked over to the other side of Wybie’s bed.
God, he was a mess.
Bandages covered nearly every part of his face. Both legs were raised on pillows and one arm was being held in a sling. He had bandages tied around his chest and a few blood stains here and there on the skin that actually showed.
“You look like you got hit by a truck,” Coraline said, sniffling a little.
“Well, I guess that’s fitting… since I did get hit by a truck,” Wybie said, a small smile on his face. His voice sounded more strained up close. She noticed a few bandages on his neck. “Hey… are you crying?” he asked, surprised.
“What? No way!” Coraline said, blushing a little. “I’m not- why would you think- I never-”
“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “Don’t get so defensive.”
“The poor girl was crying her eyes out in the waiting room,” Rosemary said, smiling at Coraline who felt her face heating up. Of course, Rosemary only said that because she thought it was sweet. To Coraline, it was mortifying.
“Aw, so you do care about me,” Wybie grinned. Coraline couldn’t help but notice he was missing a tooth that had been there the day before.
“Shut up,” Coraline hissed. As an afterthought she said, “…I bet it hurt.”
“No doubt,” Wybie sighed. “And I’ll be immobile for the next two months. If, you know, all the surgery they have to do doesn’t kill me...”
“Wybourne Lovat!” Rosemary gasped. “Don’t talk that way! Look, you’re making her cry again!”
“I’m not crying!” Coraline said, raising her arm to wipe her tears away as quick as possible. “I’m just… I’ll… I’d… yeah, fine, I’m crying,” she grumbled.
Rosemary looked at Coraline. “I’m gonna go tell your parents that Wybourne is feeling much better.” And with that, she scurried off, leaving the two teenagers alone in the room. Coraline sighed and look a seat in a chair near the bed.
“You know,” Coraline said, “You scared me really bad when my mom said you were in an accident.”
“Hey, that car blindsided me,” Wybie said defensively.
“You weren’t driving with headlights, jerkwad,” Coraline said, sticking her tongue out. “God… you could have gotten killed…”
“…Would you have missed me?”
“No duh,” Coraline scoffed, giving him a little smile. “Who else would make me camp outside the movie theater with them waiting for “Friday the 13th” tickets? Who else would force me to listen to their crappy music while I help them with English homework? Who else would guilt me into helping them clean their house?”
“And you’d miss that?” Wybie asked, raising his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Hey, if you weren’t around, I’d have the most uneventful life ever.”
“I guess you have a point,” he said, smiling.
“So, any word on when you’re getting out?”
“The doctor says it depends on how long the lobotomy takes.”
“Shut up, Wybie.”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” Wybie smiled. They were both quiet for a while. Wybie closed his eyes for a minute and Coraline stared off into space. Half of them wanted to stay like that. The other half desperately needed to talk. “Hey, Jonesy…” Wybie started, still not opening his eyes.
“Yeah?” Coraline asked, looking back to her friend.
“If I died… I think I’d miss you, too.”
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It was two weeks later that Coraline was wheeling Wybie around the school hallways in his newly acquired wheelchair. He was being forced into using it until his sprained right foot healed, along with his left arm, so he could use crutches for his left. His arm was still in a sling, and people were making jokes about his concussion. It was like no one cared about what happened to him… they just loved mocking his injuries. So Coraline really felt no remorse when she ran over Jacob Zhan’s foot with Wybie’s wheelchair.
Wybie had made a full recovery. He was back to being his gross, doofy self. Except that he was banned from driving any means of transportation until he was moved out of his grandmother’s house. That would have been great, if Coraline wasn’t the one stuck driving him too and from school. Sometimes having a driver’s license was a real drag.
Wybie had given up his love of joyrides. Almost. Everyday at school, he’d beg Coraline to send the wheelchair rocketing down the hallway, just for kicks. She never did, knowing he’d probably get hurt again, but that didn’t stop her from “accidentally” ramming his chair into the walls of the hallway.
It was almost impossible for Coraline to get mad at Wybie anymore. She didn’t yell at him for being gross or saying something dumb. Coraline was just glad she didn’t have to miss him.
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She got the call around two in the morning. Well, her mom got the call at two in the morning. And if you know Mel Jones, you’ll know she doesn’t like getting woken up if it isn’t a life-or-death situation.
Unfortunately, this was a life-or-death situation.
Coraline woke up to rushed footsteps down the hall and her parents talking in hushed tones. She glanced at her clock and groaned at the time. And then slowly realized that whatever had happened must have been a big deal.
Coraline was out of bed and wearing a robe and tennis shoes before her mother even opened the door. She seemed relieved to see that Coraline was already awake, but the relief was rinsed off her face as she took her daughter by the wrist and pulled her to her in the longest hug Coraline had ever gotten from her mother.
“Mom… what’s going on?” Coraline asked, her voice muffled against her mom’s cotton pajamas. “Is it Grandpa? Is he...”
“No, honey,” Mel whispered against Coraline’s forehead (she had grown quite a lot since her sixteenth birthday). “I’ll tell you in the car.”
“But where are we going?” Coraline asked as she and her mother walked briskly down the stairs and out the door. Her father was already in the car, revving the engine. On the top floor, Coraline could see Mr. Bobinski’s light turning on.
Mel sat in the passenger seat and Coraline got in the back. Charlie backed the car out of the driveway and started speeding towards the freeway.
“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” Coraline demanded.
Mel turned around in her seat. She had a serious look on her face. “Coraline, something very… badhas happened to Wybie.”
Coraline felt her stomach heave suddenly.
“W…W…what?” Coraline demanded. She already felt tears pricking behind her eyes.
Not Wybie. Not Wybie. Not my only friend, she thought desperately. Please let this be some sick joke.
“He was out riding his motorcycle…”
“Wait, tonight? Uh, hello, it’s night time!” Coraline said angrily. “That idiot,” she said stubbornly.
Mel smiled a little and then it was gone. Humor could only get you so far in a dire situation.
“His grandmother told me that the lights on his bike were broken… an oncoming car didn’t see him… he… he…”
“He got hit full-force on his left side,” Charlie finished. “Totally blindsided.”
Mel groaned a little and glanced at Charlie. “I was getting to that.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Will he be okay?” Coraline demanded. “I mean… he won’t die… will he?” Okay, those definitely weren’t pin-prick tears anymore. She was actually crying now. Her mother’s answer didn’t make her feel any better.
“His grandma says that they don’t know yet…” Mel sighed. “I guess that’s why they called us now and not tomorrow morning… they don’t know… he’s in the emergency room.”
“Wybie won’t die, kiddo,” Charlie said, smiling into his mirror so Coraline could see it. “That kid is made of concrete. He’ll stay tough through anything.”
The rest of the drive was painfully slow and painfully quiet. Coraline spent half the time attempting to text Wybie. No answer, obviously, but she needed something to do.
Once her father had parked the car in the parking structure, Coraline was out of the car and sprinting towards the big door that read “EMERGENCY ROOM” in large letters. She pushed through the door, ignoring her parents calling her name. She burst straight through into a waiting room. The woman behind the counter looked up in the surprise, as did the number of people sitting in chairs.
“Can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked, her eyes softening when she saw Coraline’s expression and the tears still falling down her face.
“Coraline!”
Coraline looked up to see Rosemary Lovat sitting in a chair closest to the closed-off hallway. Coraline felt relief flood through her as she ran to Wybie’s grandmother. She took a seat next to the frail woman and looked at her pleadingly. “Is he okay? Oh my God, I’ve been so worried about him… can he see visitors? I mean, is he even awake? Is he-”
“Coraline, honey, I’ll answer if you stop talking,” Rosemary smiled. Coraline blushed. “Honey… where’s your parents?” she asked, suddenly.
“Right here,” Charlie answered on queue, walking up to the two ladies and looking at Coraline. “Next time we yell for you, come back.”
“’Kay,” Coraline sighed.
Mel followed Charlie and sat next to Coraline. Charlie grabbed a magazine and leaned against the wall.
“How is-” Mel began.
“Hon, lemme answer Coraline’s questions,” Rosemary said. “She had a million.” She turned to the teenager in question. “Wybourne’s asleep right now,” she started. “They gave him a bunch of painkillers and he was out like a light. Concussion, three ribs are broken… I think it was two bones in his left arm… and he cracked his left shin. I think he may have hurt his right leg too… his bike landed on him.”
“Why was he even out this late?” Coraline demanded. “And his headlights were broken! That moron had it coming!”
“I suppose he didn’t think nobody’d be driving this late,” Rosemary answered.
“What about the driver of the car that hit him?” Mel asked. “Where’s he?”
“He called 9-1-1, followed them to the hospital, gave me his phone number, and left. He apologized like there was no tomorrow, too,” Rosemary smiled. “Nice guy. Poor man will have this incident on his mind for the rest of his life. Even though it was Wybourne’s fault.”
“Can he see visitor’s yet? I mean… when he’s not asleep?” Coraline asked.
“I don’t know,” Rosemary sighed, shaking her head. “I haven’t seen him since they wheeled him in there. A nurse came to tell me what was wrong with him. That’s it.”
An awkward silence filled the room until Coraline pulled her feet onto the chair and hugged her knees. “I always told him those joyrides would kill him…” she whispered. “I just hope I was wrong.”
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It was easily two hours before a doctor came out from behind the door. Coraline looked up, hoping this man was here to talk to Rosemary, not one of the other people in the room.
“Ms. Lovat?” the doctor asked, pulling the mask down from his mouth.
“Yes,” she said. She had been half-way reading an old copy of Harry Potter that someone had left in the room and looked like she was about to fall asleep.
“Your grandson is awake,” the doctor said. Coraline thought her gut might burst with joy. “He’s asking to see you. He’s also wondering if there’s a… I think he said ‘Jonesy’… is there a ‘Jonesy’ with you?”
“I’m Jonesy- well, uh, Coraline… but… um… same thing,” Coraline said lamely.
“Well, would you two mind coming with me?” the doctor asked. Coraline turned to her parents.
“What are you waiting for?” Charlie asked.
“Go ahead,” Mel smiled. Coraline stood and helped Ms. Lovat to her feet.
As the two walked down the hallway after the doctor, Ms. Lovat complained to the doctor.
“You know, it’s about time you took us down here. The two of
us have been worryin’ about poor Wybourne for hours now. What’ve you been doing to him? Extensive brain surgery?”
“Not that he doesn’t need it for thinking it was okay to go on a joyride,” Coraline grumbled. Rosemary chuckled.
“I’m very sorry about the wait, ma’am. We wanted to make sure that Wybourne was in good enough health to see visitors.
“He’ll live, right?” Coraline demanded loudly.
“Most definitely,” the doctor answered, nodding his head. Honestly, that was the best answer Coraline could have gotten, and she felt like she might cry of happiness right there. “Here we go,” the doctor said, opening a plain door marked “126”. “Wybourne, there's someone here to see you.”
Coraline let Rosemary in first. The old woman hobbled over to the white bed in the middle of the room to kiss her grandson, who laughed a little and answered her many “Are you okay”s.
Coraline flattened herself against the wall and stood silently for a while. Might as well not jolt him anymore than his grandmother was.
“Hey, isn’t Jonesy here?” Wybie asked suddenly. “Or… didn’t she come? I thought she’d be worried…”
“Of course she’s here… quit hiding, girl,” Rosemary instructed. Coraline felt herself smiling. She pushed away from the wall and walked over to the other side of Wybie’s bed.
God, he was a mess.
Bandages covered nearly every part of his face. Both legs were raised on pillows and one arm was being held in a sling. He had bandages tied around his chest and a few blood stains here and there on the skin that actually showed.
“You look like you got hit by a truck,” Coraline said, sniffling a little.
“Well, I guess that’s fitting… since I did get hit by a truck,” Wybie said, a small smile on his face. His voice sounded more strained up close. She noticed a few bandages on his neck. “Hey… are you crying?” he asked, surprised.
“What? No way!” Coraline said, blushing a little. “I’m not- why would you think- I never-”
“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “Don’t get so defensive.”
“The poor girl was crying her eyes out in the waiting room,” Rosemary said, smiling at Coraline who felt her face heating up. Of course, Rosemary only said that because she thought it was sweet. To Coraline, it was mortifying.
“Aw, so you do care about me,” Wybie grinned. Coraline couldn’t help but notice he was missing a tooth that had been there the day before.
“Shut up,” Coraline hissed. As an afterthought she said, “…I bet it hurt.”
“No doubt,” Wybie sighed. “And I’ll be immobile for the next two months. If, you know, all the surgery they have to do doesn’t kill me...”
“Wybourne Lovat!” Rosemary gasped. “Don’t talk that way! Look, you’re making her cry again!”
“I’m not crying!” Coraline said, raising her arm to wipe her tears away as quick as possible. “I’m just… I’ll… I’d… yeah, fine, I’m crying,” she grumbled.
Rosemary looked at Coraline. “I’m gonna go tell your parents that Wybourne is feeling much better.” And with that, she scurried off, leaving the two teenagers alone in the room. Coraline sighed and look a seat in a chair near the bed.
“You know,” Coraline said, “You scared me really bad when my mom said you were in an accident.”
“Hey, that car blindsided me,” Wybie said defensively.
“You weren’t driving with headlights, jerkwad,” Coraline said, sticking her tongue out. “God… you could have gotten killed…”
“…Would you have missed me?”
“No duh,” Coraline scoffed, giving him a little smile. “Who else would make me camp outside the movie theater with them waiting for “Friday the 13th” tickets? Who else would force me to listen to their crappy music while I help them with English homework? Who else would guilt me into helping them clean their house?”
“And you’d miss that?” Wybie asked, raising his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Hey, if you weren’t around, I’d have the most uneventful life ever.”
“I guess you have a point,” he said, smiling.
“So, any word on when you’re getting out?”
“The doctor says it depends on how long the lobotomy takes.”
“Shut up, Wybie.”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” Wybie smiled. They were both quiet for a while. Wybie closed his eyes for a minute and Coraline stared off into space. Half of them wanted to stay like that. The other half desperately needed to talk. “Hey, Jonesy…” Wybie started, still not opening his eyes.
“Yeah?” Coraline asked, looking back to her friend.
“If I died… I think I’d miss you, too.”
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It was two weeks later that Coraline was wheeling Wybie around the school hallways in his newly acquired wheelchair. He was being forced into using it until his sprained right foot healed, along with his left arm, so he could use crutches for his left. His arm was still in a sling, and people were making jokes about his concussion. It was like no one cared about what happened to him… they just loved mocking his injuries. So Coraline really felt no remorse when she ran over Jacob Zhan’s foot with Wybie’s wheelchair.
Wybie had made a full recovery. He was back to being his gross, doofy self. Except that he was banned from driving any means of transportation until he was moved out of his grandmother’s house. That would have been great, if Coraline wasn’t the one stuck driving him too and from school. Sometimes having a driver’s license was a real drag.
Wybie had given up his love of joyrides. Almost. Everyday at school, he’d beg Coraline to send the wheelchair rocketing down the hallway, just for kicks. She never did, knowing he’d probably get hurt again, but that didn’t stop her from “accidentally” ramming his chair into the walls of the hallway.
It was almost impossible for Coraline to get mad at Wybie anymore. She didn’t yell at him for being gross or saying something dumb. Coraline was just glad she didn’t have to miss him.
