Room 324, Saturday Morning and onwards

[vanillajello]

Kate had woken up with the knowledge that this was the day she'd reveal who the father of her unborn child was, and that she’d confront him about it.

Sure, she had no recollection of ever doing a pregnancy test, or even having sex with the guy, but she didn’t question any of this; she just knew. She was pregnant, he was the father, end of story.

She was going off-island later, to meet her dealer to get drugs for the multiple personality disorder she was desperately trying to hide, and maybe to do some Christmas shopping. But right now she sat down at her desk to write an important letter.

Dear Jason, she began,
I'm pregnant. It's yours.

She thought about it for a moment, then added, Yes, I'm sure.

Then she hesitated. Could she write down what she wanted to write down? Should she? She sighed, and stared meaningfully into space for a good half a minute before continuing.

Also, despite my better judgment, I lo

And that was as far as she got before she suddenly started to feel mysteriously ill. "I don't feel so good," she muttered as she got up from the chair for no good reason, grabbing the letter as she did.

No, standing up didn't make her feel any better. "I need to lie down," she declared. She stumbled over to her bed, somehow managing to put the letter down on her bedside table so that anyone coming in could easily notice it. She lay down on her bed and had just enough time to get into a comfortable position flat on her back before she lapsed into unconsciousness.

And not just unconsciousness, but straight into a coma. You could probably tell the difference. Even if you had absolutely no medical knowledge.

Sometimes people just knew this stuff.


[ooc: Yeah, Kate's in a coma all weekend. Due to weird non-realistic soap logic, she'll stay in her room during this time.

Door and post open (as mentioned in the brainstorming post) for your comatose bedside confessionals and drama and whatever but no coma sex omg. I'm not around to interact, but I'm pretty reachable through email. There'll be another post tomorrow, and it won’t be this tl;dr.]

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[bitchprince]

Well, the door was open, which made Kate's the ideal place to stop by as soon as Arthur had determined that Merlin really was nowhere to be found. "Kate," he called, from the door. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen--"

Which was when he spotted her. Asleep.

"Right," he said, "Nevermind then," and passed soundlessly back into the hallway. "Hate to be a bother." Sarcasm suited him.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was devastated, and she needed to talk to someone, but who? Who was there that wouldn't judge her for what she had to say? Luckily for her there was always Kate.

Brooke sat at her bedside, not wiping away the single lone pretty tear that rolled down her cheek. "I know I shouldn't be here, but I didn't know who else to talk to," she said, tearfully. "I have a horrible confession. Only a year ago thanks to my rare tropical disease that was supposed to take my life until an accidental coma cured me, I got over my amnesia and remembered that Jaina wasn't my sister, she was actually my daughter." Yes, Brooke was totally younger. "But since then I've discovered that my memories were false! Someone diabolical implanted false memories in me! I don't know who or why, but I must find out! I just wish this wouldn't hurt Jaina so much. I just didn't know who to talk to, and I know you won't tell. I can trust you."

And with that she finally wiped away a tear and left the room. Still tearfully.

[lickyourmind.livejournal.com]

Jason snickered over the letter. "Real fuckin' funny, Kate. You wake up, ya come find me." His eyes moved over her drugged out self. Because it was drugs. Had to be with the way she looked.

He was ansty though and had to get out of there. "I'll be waitin' for ya even though I don't like waitin'."

And with that, he sauntered on out and headed back to his room to get high-er, and have a bit of fun with porn.

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne had just killed a man with a thrown pillow. Clearly, he was a total badass. But he was a badass with a heart of gold and so the senseless murder of some guy who was in his room hit him where he lived... literally.

He needed to confess his sins to someone. He needed a priest, or a convenient coma victim.

Fortunately, he walked past Kate's room and saw a convenient coma victim just lying there.

He walked into the room and knelt by Kate. "I... I don't remember who I am. I found an ID that said my name is Zayne Carrick. But that doesn't feel right. I just killed a man. I threw a pillow at his face and he suffocated. That's not something 'Zayne Carrick' would do. But it is something I would. Obviously. Since I did it. I need a new name. A name that says 'Sure, he does crime, but not in a horrible evil way. He's a pretty good guy if you ignore the murder and smuggling and everything."

Zayne rose, feeling inspiration. "Zayne Carrick is dead, killed along with whoever that other guy was. But Zayne Morgan, crime boss with a heart of gold, is alive."

Zayne started off towards the door. "Thank you. And if I ever find out who put you into a coma, I'll send a guy to take care of him. I pay back my debts." And then he left with his shiny new name.