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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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[Private] Hell-spital

Lenny Tronconi | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Wed Sep 23, 2015 1:06 pm

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Index Hospital | Damp, cold but sunny | 1:30pm


The doors of the hospital seemed like the doors to.. hell, if I believed such a place existed. If it did then hell probably was a hospital, even though hospitals were probably worse than any hell anyone could imagine. I glared at the glass doors of the establishment that was fucking me over with bills, that I thought I'd already spent too much of my life in and yet, was my current destination.

I didn't want to go into the hospital. But I didn't want to feel guilty every time I saw a kid, imagining one that was apparently in hospital sick - the same kid that kept torturing my mind and making me feel like shit. It wasn't my fault that a sick kid's dad was an asshole, if the kid even existed. But then it wasn't the kid's fault either and the father, Sam... he had been an asshole but then he also had a sick kid. While I didn't like kids I could appreciate how fucked up that must be, not to mention having to spend so much time in a hospital and be weighed down with bills when you weren't even sick or sedated yourself...

As I stepped forward the automatic doors opened and I approached the receptionist desk, trying to get a better grip on the awkwardly large box wedged under my arm. I muttered under my breath as I waited for the people ahead of me to hurry up. Stupid Sam. Stupid sick kid. Stupid guilt. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't have to be lining up at a stupid hospital with a stupidly big box.

After what seemed like far too long I reached the desk. I set the box down at my feet with a thump.

Hello, how can I help? The receptionist asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked about as tired as I felt.

Uh, I... I started, frowning into the air when I realised I had no idea what to do. My plan hadn't extended beyond buying a whole load of shit and then getting to the hospital. I, um... do you.. have a part of the hospital for dying kids or something? I tried.

Excuse me? The receptionist said, because apparently the hospital was so shit that they couldn't even employ receptionists who could hear properly.

A part of the hospital for dying kids.. y'know, uhh.. some place any kid who's dying or whatever is put. Or.. I dunno, do you know some kid who's in here who has a dad called Sam? I said, frowning back at the frowning receptionist who still looked like she didn't understand. What was there to not understand? For fuck's sake. Then it dawned on me. Shit... what if he's died... I thought out loud, so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even noticed the receptionist pick up the phone and start dialing.

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Lenny Tronconi | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:05 am

When I noticed the receptionist on the phone I wondered if she was calling security at first. Then she waved at me, motioning for me to wait to the side. I stepped aside and looked around, wondering what was going on. Maybe she was calling a doctor or nurse to come and talk to me, or take the box and give it to the kid. The sooner the better, because I just wanted to give the kid some stuff so I'd feel okay again and would be able to go home and forget I ever met that Sam guy and insulted his dying kid.

A familiar voice behind me nearly had me jumping. Instead I glanced over my shoulder and then turned around, mirroring the guy's frown when I took in his appearance. He didn't have to look so pissed.. even after what I'd done. I shuffled awkwardly, my eyes trailing round the room before I pulled myself together and set them on Sam.

....I'm... look, shit, I got your kid some stuff, okay? To... make him feel better or whatever, I dunno. I held up the box and shoved it at Sam, starting to feel more and more awkward. I hadn't thought about bumping into him. He was making me feel more guilty and yet angry at the same time. And anyway, I need to come here for checkups... sometimes.. so, you don't own the fucking hospital. I might not have gone to any of my checkups, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't the fucking.. hospital police, and if I wanted to be there - and I didn't even fucking want to be there - then it was none of his business.

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Lenny Tronconi | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:20 am

How the fuck am I meant to know when its visiting hours? I just came here. And I didn't even ask for you, I asked about where they keep dying kids actually so- I realised what I'd said again and stopped, mouth open and jaw slack. Uhh... Shit, what was I meant to say? I stared at Sam, wondering how I'd come to try and make things better and yet seemed to only be making things worse.

I folded my arms, ground my teeth together and did everything I could not to interrupt Sam as he ranted at me. When he'd finished at first I didn't even know what to say. But then when I started, it all began coming out.

No! Fuck.. I just.. uh, shit. Yeah, I fucking said that and.. I.. I guess.. I wish I hadn't said it. I finally managed to say, letting out an irritated sigh. I mean, I don't know your kid so.. I don't even know if that was true, I mean, fuck, I can't know if it was true and I don't even care. I just came here to give your kid some stuff because I felt bad about it. You don't have to.. fucking start at me. I mean.. what the fuck kind of shit is that going to teach your kid? If you start fighting in hospitals or whatever... uh, I mean...

I realised I'd somehow started saying even worse things again and hung my head, letting out a bigger sigh. Fuck, forget I said all that. Except the part where I said I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't actually mean your kid would be better off dead, shit.. I don't like children but I still wouldn't actually mean something that fucked up. I dunno.. what the fuck do you want me to say right now? I said, managing to keep my anger a little in check. I didn't even know if I was more angry at myself or at Sam in that moment, or simply angry. And just because I feel bad about your kid doesn't mean I'd let you deck me either. I muttered with an eye roll, ironically starting to want to punch Sam's face off.

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Lenny Tronconi | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Tue Oct 13, 2015 7:44 am

Unless no one visits you. The words resounded in my mind as I took them in, staring at the guy in shock that he'd dared to say them. The worst was how true they were. I'd had a grand total of two visitors over my numerous stays in hospital and at least one of those was a selfish reason on the person's part rather than to actually see me. But that didn't matter. I had visitors! I still snarled, fists clenching at my sides.

I couldn't even remember what it had been that aggravated me about the guy when we'd met at the coffee shop. I didn't know why we'd argued, why I'd said what I did. I was beginning to think it was because he was an asshole though, a total asshole, plain and simple. It wasn't my fault. And he just kept talking, kept making me more and more angry. I followed after him as he stepped away, my glare trained on his face.

I'd show him.. I wanted to knock his teeth out, make him wish he'd forgiven me and have the best fucking time in his presence just to show him.

The guilty feeling that had plagued me was gone, replaced by raw, un-repressed anger. I no longer cared about the toys I'd bought for his kid or the fact we were in a hospital.

I charged forward with a snarl and swung my first at his stupid, smug face, smirking myself when the punch hit.

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Lenny Tronconi | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Fri Oct 16, 2015 12:24 pm

I careened back into the desk, the force bringing a grunt from my lips, but not much else. I'd have a killer bruise on the small of my back the next day, that was all. There was nothing to stop me jumping straight back at Sam - until a nurse had to but in.

My anger dissipated as I watched the exchange, glancing over my shoulder at other members of the public and looking away when I saw their expressions. I shifted from foot to foot, withholding the urge to rub at my back.

I did my best to ignore Sam but even though I hated nurses, I couldn't exactly ignore the one that came right up to me. I came here to fucking apologize, but that was obviously a fucking waste of time for that asshole. You don't need to ask. I'm already leaving. I shot one last glare at Sam and gave up, shaking my head and spinning round to storm out of the hospital. I shouldn't have even bothered. But his words were revolving round and round and I couldn't let them go, or let him have the last word. But I guess he just proved me fucking right. I glared over my shoulder before disappearing behind some automatic sliding doors.

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