Memory Lane

Chapter 37: T I M E A N D S P A C E

Performed songs: Moon Song by Karen O, Somebody to Love by Queen
Mentioned songs: Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by P!nk
Inspired songs: Glad You Came by The Wanted, Blow Me (One Last Kiss) (Glee Version) by P!nk, We Are Young by Fun., Pompeii by Bastille
(Fun fact: I wanted to pick between New York State of Mind by Billy Joel or Somebody to Love for Falcon's little dream sequence. It's not necessarily a performed song, since its main purpose is to be the background, but because Falcon does sing certain lines I consider it a performed song.)

They said to wait.

So Valerie waited.

She waited and waited and waited.

The polytechnic had closed its doors for the time being. She thought it was only fair. None of the students really wanted to come back.

But that was for the future. The now was still the same day. Even with the patch on her arm, she stubbornly waited at the hospital.

The parents waited. The students waited.

Jared had been pacing for the last hour. Rachel's leg was shaking. Izzy was staring blankly into space. Jesse was getting up every few minutes to talk to the nurses.

(It was futile, she knew. They would not tell anyone anything, it had been several hours, she would not move from this damn seat until she heard something about her friends!)

They suggested a therapist. Valerie refused.

At some point Karen had come in to be an entitled bitch, but had quietened down upon the heavy atmosphere, making herself comfortable in the corner seat.

They weren't dead.

At least she had THAT comfort.

Even when her eyelids were heavy as bricks and she had been sitting ramrod straight for the past few hours because she was too anxious, too lost, too scared to move in case she broke the peace, as if that was what was keeping them alive.

(They weren't given a guarantee to see them even if they got out okay. They needed time and space. Valerie could do that. She really could. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.)

Violet had to undergo a blood transfusion. She was fine. She was fine. She was fine. She just needed time and space.

Rex was shot in the head, but it barely grazed his brain. He was fine. He was fine. He was fine. He just needed a new haircut, a metal plate for his skull and time and space.

Falcon was shot in the chest, breaking a rib and collapsing a lung, causing pneumothorax. She was fine. She was fine. She was fine. She just needed to fix her lungs, fix her ribs and time and space.

Of course, there was the question of Falcon and Rex, considering that Falcon did kill someone and horribly mauled them and Rex was a cyber vigilante that went by Raptor.

But all that in time. All that in time. She wanted to know if they were okay.

Okay. Okay? Okay.

The police were there and asking questions and she just wanted to scream and cry. Other days go by where she just lay in bed without moving, thinking of all that had died. She would hear a loud noise and run away.

But every day she would come back without fail, hoping for news.

There was so much space- so much. Valerie just wanted to see Falcon. But time. Time. Time. TIME.

It moved erratically, days become hours or weeks depending on her mood. When days stretched back and forth like a spring she questioned if what she was doing was healthy.