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[kragore]

I was in a hospital, or a place like. I could smell the antiseptic-ness of it all. The white, the linolium, the bulk-light green paint that was popular in the 60's and 70's. It had an air of being worn about it.
I don't know why I was there - it wasn't clear to me if I worked there or if I was there for treatment. I was not clothed as a patient. I was walking in one of the halls - windows on my left, when the ex-housemate's stepfather (J) appeared off down the hall.
He was was dressed only in a johnny, paper slippers on his feet. He shuffled up to me, lost and disoriented. My first inclination was "well, shit. This must be Whittier (rehab.)" but as he got closer, I noticed he was covered is scrapes - banged up, but not badly - surface stuff. There was no smell that I expected with detox. He was lost, afraid, disoriented, and alone.
I was confused about the alone part. That the ex-housemate or his mother weren't there with him was highly unusual. He wandered up to me, crying a little, like a child. I gave him a big hug and let him snuffle for a minute before I took him by the hand, (again, very child like,) and told him we were going to go find a person to help him.
We walked and walked, finally finding a receptionist desk, but no one would pay attention to me or him. I finally got snarly at one of the nurses, and she looked him over, smiled, told me they had a room for him, and it all faded away....
Woke up feeling uneasy and concerned, but not afraid or upset.


Well, at least I feel a little better for having gotten it out.
- K.

*Edit - here I go rationalizing:
The old hospital imagery is probably being regurgitated in my brain because I was flipping through the Photo LJ community "abandoned places" the other day.
I've got the ex on the brain because I have to drive up next weekend to retrieve the last of my xmass stuff, as it is sentimental to family members now lost.
That he was "scraped up" makes sense, as J has always suffered from skin conditions.
That Whittier was on my mind isn't shocking, as I drive past the sign for it every day on the way to work.
Also, I should stop watching House before bed.
That I helped him find help is no great shock, if you know me.

Stupid brains...
- K.