NOTHING LIKE US --amy!

[oakley jameson porter]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]613 WORDS FOR AMY HOROWITZ hey hopefully this is fine! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]the pounding in his right temple was apparent and he heard the familiar beep of hospital equipment around him, he suddenly felt wires all around him. oakley's eyelids were glued to his eyes and all he knew was the lighting was fluorescent. it was far too bright to be the lighting at his home. the soft hum of the machine pumping something into his veins was to the right of him. he heard his heatbeat beep as each ventricle pumped blood throughout his body. he also heard people rustling around to the left of him, that's probably where the door was. oakley continued to listen to everything that was going on around him. his head hurt so bad and he wanted to open his eyes but he didn't have enough strength yet. his mind was still hazy from waking up from a long sleep. when oakley started to slowly sink back to reality he felt a pain in his side, it ached and he could feel his heartbeat pulse. as oakley tried to push past the obvious pain he was in his body was really sore too. he tried to move himself but found he could only move his fingers and toes. as he continued to test himself he heard the doctors outside saying "he's awake, give him a second man he just woke up --the kids just confused..". oakley was confused and distraught why was he here? he hadn't been to a hospital for a while now. after several moments he felt better and he opened his eyes, blinking a few times before everything became apparent. as he glanced around to his right and left he was right, this was a hospital. oakley longed to be home right about now but he knew they wouldn't discharge him in the state he was in. he didn't know why he was here too. he pushed himself into a sitting upright position and pushed the covers away from him. sure enough, he was hooked up to about five IV's and wearing the classic hospital night gown. as he examined his bruised up self he grew more and more confused. oakley looked to his side and found stitching there. no wonder it hurt, it looked like he had a cut pretty deep. he quickly looked to the left where on the table was a glass of water, he chugged it down. he also grabbed his cell phone they had left for him. he had several missed calls from ash from five days ago, he listened to the voicemail. she was frantic saying for him to come back to her. this must have been the act of john, he hurt ash way too many times to count but this was the final straw. as oakley looked at his hospital bracelet it said he had been in the hospital for four days. he sure felt that way, his hair was a matted mess and his body ached from laying in the same position for way too long. as oakley checked his phone he wondered who he should call to help him. he only had a few contacts but he chose the person who could help him the most right now. who would also keep it a secret from ashleigh. he found her name quickly in his phone and pressed 'talk'. oakley got her voicemail, "amy.. i need you help, i'm at the hospital. i don't know what to do. please come quickly, i-i-i'm in bad shape." oakley hung up the phone and threw it infront of him. he cupped his face in his hands and ran them through his hair, what had he done? [/style]

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[amyharlow]

MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] — It was a normal Sunday in the city of Angels, Los Angeles, California. The scene picks up at a local hospital. We see two people, one of which is girl of about 20, with red hair, and glasses on. She was sitting, strapped into a wheelchair and wore a miniskirt and black top, and there was a visible baby diaper on under her skirt. To her right, she had a bottle, and she had a pacifier in her mouth. As she sees someone, she smiles and rolls up, showing off her braces, as she spoke. Amy-Paige Horowitz: Hey there! Wait... Oakley, is that you? Haven't seen you in forever! Last time you saw me, I wasn't strapped into a wheelchair yet or in this disgusting diaper. I don't remember, but I don't think I wore glasses back then either. But things have changed. I was also a blonde back then. But it's been ages, hasn't it? She said, putting her pacifier back in her mouth. It was blue and made just for her. She used it because her braces irritated her and she wanted some way of easing the pain without having a dentist use that awful novacane. As she takes off her glasses to clean them, she smiles, putting them back on, as she waits a response.

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[oakley jameson porter]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]356 WORDS FOR AMY HOROWITZ hey hopefully this is fine! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]oakley glanced around him and a doctor walked by and saw him sitting upright, he was basically in fetal position swaying back and fourth gently. he came in and sat on the edge of the bed, "oakley, hi i'm doctor drew. i was the one who performed the procedure." oakley slowly let his eyes follow towards the stranger. he relaxed his muscles and calmed himself. the doctor went on a long speech about how he called himself chord, he was found in his apartment after someone called in something sketchy was going on next door. he had heard screams and gasps of pain. oakley had apparently tried to kill himself with a kitchen knife. but why on earth was he calling himself chord? as oakley processed this, the doctor then asked, "are you taking any meds?" oakley shook his head slowly back and fourth. he had on his medical card he had a mental health issue. they probably guessed his condition quickly, it wasn't common but it did happen. as oakley let himself process this he looked to the doctor, "haven't taken any meds for months." oakley admitted, he knew doctors had to keep secrets. it was apart of their job to keep it a secret. just then oakley saw the doctor get up and leave, he must have thought it was a little too much for him to process. he needed a moment or two first. oakley looked to the door and saw a familiar face roll through. he saw her face first, the brown hair was a big change but still the same face. he also saw the pacifier, wheelchair, and her mention a diaper? oakley smiled and listened, he never judged anyone. especially those who never judged him. "amy-paige, i love the hair it suits you, the glasses? also new but equally as nice." oakley smiled, he was still in pain but he wouldn't let amy-paige see it. "how have you been? if you don't mind me asking why the chair?" oakley asked questionably, he didn't want her to be offended of course. [/style]

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[amyharlow]

MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] — At that time, she removes the pacifier, as she thinks of how to reply. She'd been up to a lot in the last year and now would be the time to let him know what the biggest change was. As she frowns, she speaks. Amy-Paige Horowitz: But maybe the biggest change is that unlike last time I saw you, I'm not straight anymore. I'm a lesbian now. It started when I started dating this guy. He noticed my pacifier, diaper and all that and cheated on me. That's why I don't trust guys anymore. They're all the same. She said, putting her pacifier back in her mouth, as she waits a response. She loved the stares people were giving her because of her pacifier. As she took it out, she brought out a bottle, and started to drink from it, putting her pacifier back in when she was done drinking.

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[oakley jameson porter]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]356 WORDS FOR AMY HOROWITZ hey hopefully this is fine! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]oakley hadn't changed too much, when he first met amy-paige he still had two personalities. he was on way more medications that made him loopy and crazy. most of the time he found himself up all night and walking around because he had way too much energy. oakley wished he had stayed in the institute for longer but his financial issues didn't help much. as he laid on this bed he wondered how he would even foot the bill for the hospital. they would probably send the bill to ash's house since she's his first contact number. he didn't want them to contact ash nonetheless send the billing information there. he had little savings left and what the big savings were for the wedding. he was unsure if he wanted to dig into that, that money was for his future. as he laid there thinking he had zoned out and forgotten his old friend was even there. when amy-paige spoke he jumped back to reality. she had taken the pacifier out to speak. oakley looked at her like any other normal person and just listened to her speak. "oh wow.. you just skip all the intros and go straight into the deep stuff." oakley said a little taken aback by amy-paige's abrupt comment about her sexuality. he always a little uncomfortable talking about that sort of stuff. "not much has changed about me.. come to think of it, i'm still engaged to ash and i still am a pastry chef." oakley shrugged, he really didn't like change. he never welcomed it in general. she took out a bottle and drank from it casually, oakley just smiled and waited for her to be done. "thanks for coming on such short notice.. i didn't know who else to call to be honest." oakley said looking down at himself. "i don't even know how i have sunk so low amy-paige.. what have i become?" he said letting his head drop into his palms. [/style]

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