In the peaceful realm of Vanaheim, Qrow Manor houses their criminally insane. Though it is a place to avoid, Ryan realizes entering the gates will be the only way to bring some peace back to their broken family. Unfortunately, everything comes at th...
After meeting Alexander, the poor boy who could never hear and see right, Ryan was starting to understand how hard it must be to work here. Asylums are often thought of as places for criminals or people that are out of their minds. That's not true, not at all. Most these patients are real people with personalities that are being tortured by their own brains. He could see now why it hurt Felix so much to love one of them.
"Marci is next. I don't know what Felix has told you about her, but since he's last seen her, she's gotten a Hell of a lot worse. She doesn't talk, but she's not going to be scared of you like some of the others may be. She'll just... stare. Try to not let it get to you though."
"Felix gave me this to give to her." He pulled a necklace out of his pocket, "Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it'll make her really happy. Her favorite kind of dog is a corgi, so Felix got her this stuffed animal that looks like one. She clings to that thing like her life depended on it. Anything that she has that was his, she protects with her life." He explained.
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There weren't many sets of meds left on the tray he carried. He slowly opened the door, as not to startle the girl. Micah set the tray down on the black chest at the end of her bed. Her room was decorated like a black and white circus. Felix has mentioned she used to work for the circus, back when she was alive. It was a very obvious part of who she was, Ryan noted.
In the corner of the room, a small girl sat in a rocking chair with her knees to her chest. She was beyond gorgeous. No wonder Felix had fallen head over heels for her. It was unfair that someone so beautiful had been turned into a shell of her former self. Her black and green hair was up in messy pigtails with feathers mixed into the wavy locks. She covered up a lot with her layers of silks and feathered garments of clothing.
Marci barely moved her eyes to acknowledge Ryan's existence. She didn't seem to care much. As tired as she looked, he didn't blame her. An IV was in her arm, hooked up to a role beside her chair. She'd been the first patient he'd seen with any kind of medical care like that. It shouldn't come as a surprise, considering everyone had told him how unwell she was. He noticed the corgi stuffed animal Micah had mentioned was held tightly in her lap.
"Go ahead and give that to her. Once I give her her meds, she'll be out until dinner." He said.
Ryan cautiously stepped closer to the girl. She wasn't afraid of him one ounce, though she didn't know him at all. "I know you don't know who I am, but I'm a friend of Felix's. Since he can't come here anymore, I came for him. He gave me this to give to you."
He held out the silver chain with a cross on the end of it. The second she saw it, she knew it was his. Her eyes managed to show a little spark of emotion for the first time in awhile. Marci reached out, gently taking the necklace from him. She forced a very, very subtle smile as a way of thanking him.
"He misses you more than anything. I hope you know that." He reassured her.
Marci hugged her little corgi closer with the chain now wrapped around her hand. During this interaction, Micah had prepared the medicine that would be injected into her IV line. Ryan stepped back to let him administer it. Only a second after it hit her bloodstream, she started to drift off. Her aid gently picked her up, pulling the IV pole along, and carried her to her bed.
