A Chill in The Fall Air ~open~

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Going outside for 'exercise' was not common place for the young man. Staying in a chair and unable to get that exercise made a good reason not to want to go out to a back court. Today was a different story, it was fall and chilly and he always enjoyed the coolness of the fall. He wore just a simple forest green t-shirt and jeans which was easiest for him at the moment even though the jeans were difficult to get on as always. Today was one of those days when he wished his legs were back to normal or that he cut them off so he did not believe sometimes that they would magically work. He wanted to be able to feel normal once again.

With a small jacket in hand, or more in lap, he pushed his way outside. The daylight made him squint his eyes for a moment as it had been a few days that he had been outside. Once his eyes readjusted he moved forward until his body was sun soaked. It felt amazing the chill of the air and the warmth of the sun. He looked around, as it was early morning there was not any people outside as of right now which was fine by him. He knew he was not going to really be able to do anything but relax in the sun and with the chill in the air.

Leaning back in his chair he just sat there with his hands gently folded on his lap. He still let his eyes look around and was concentrating on the large concrete walls with the barbed wire along the top. Well the walls themselves would keep him in let alone the barbed wire. Was the barbed wire even necessary? He did not think so but than again he wouldn't even be able to climb the walls. He figured maybe it would keep some people in and that it was necessary for some of the more high profile patients but most definitely not himself. He finally felt the chill on him and shivered just a bit but it felt extremely good in his opinion.

[Cobra Jackson Putnum]

To say the least, Cobra Jackson Putnum didn't sleep very well, if at all. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was yet again, the new drugs that Raphael Rathebone had put him on, but even so, it didn't work with his body. He ended up laying in bed for most of the night and even most of the morning, staring blankly at the ceiling or wall, and when the nurse came in to check on him - as always, seeing as it was standard for her to come in and double check to make sure his medicines were working, she frowned at how zombie-looking he looked and she told him to get his ass out of bed and go outside and get some fresh air and he'll be allowed to take a nap later. Of course, as he got out of bed, she offered him the drugs that didn't let him sleep and being such a compliant little patient, he popped the pills and was herded outside after he got dressed. Today was more of a I feel sick day, so he was bundled up in sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt with his leather jacket over that. He loved his leather jacket - it was genuine leather, so it made him feel smart and hip and cool and everything, and he was a low profile so he was allowed stuff like that. Really, he was a lamb and everything he took was for granted. He saw some of his favourite people without their things and he wondered how they survived. Like... Azrael. He had holes now almost closed up from once long lost piercings that the security took out... and now he wondered if he'd get that repierced if he ever got free. It made him wonder about the styles of clothes people that were high profile were - they had scrubs and that was it.

He mulled about it as he was escorted outside and he visibly shivvered. It was still early in the morning, and most of the yard was covered in shadows. What the hell were the nurses thinking when they told him to go outside? The thought of the cold air made him miss cuddling up with his blankets... he never grew up snuggling to his mum, and his father was the one who made him "wrong"... but he had been learning, slowly, that cuddling with people made him happy. Especially with people like Dom... he made CJ happy and cuddling made him feel safe and wanted, something that the nineteen year old never really had. He mulled about it as he looked around the empty yard, noticing one person there - Cameron. He mindlessly walked behind the wheel-chair bound patient and his arms fell around the male's shoulders, his head dropping on his arm and resting against Cameron's head, "Cameron I'm tiiiired," he whined, complaining as usual. He looked dead, and almost sickly. Damn that new medication.

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[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Lost in thought Cameron had not heard anyone come out, which explained why he jumped when Cobra leaned down on his head. He heard Cobra tell him that he was tired which made Cameron feel a little bad. Being tired was something that Cameron himself was extremely fond of due to his own sleep walking syndrome. He reached up and gently rubbed Cobra's head. Cobra seemed to be much younger in personality than how old he actually was.

“Would you like to sit down?” Cameron asked the male. He was not the best at being extremely personable but sometimes it was easier than others. It would never truly be known why he could change how he felt based from situation to situation. Well maybe it was already known but Cameron did not want to admit it. He patted his lap for Cobra to sit down. “Nice thing about being in a chair sometimes when you're tired you don't have to worry about going back to bed,” he chuckled. It was true in his mind. There were great things about being in a wheelchair just as there were not so great things found in a wheelchair.

Cameron was happy to help the older male. He wanted to make sure that he was fine. He was glad to help him out if Cobra would accept it though. That was the only obstacle but if Cobra was that tired sitting on somebody's lap who would not be able to tell would not be a problem. Cobra also did not take advantage of Cameron's being in a wheelchair or try to push him randomly, those things got Cameron more upset than anything else.

Cameron tried to keep his head cool from his bipolar emotions but it was harder than anything to have work out in his way. He wanted someone who might help out with such things, a good friend who could do it. Maybe that was possible, but than again maybe not, after all friends could not control the brain and the way it reacts.