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Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall
Dramatis Personae Tag, Tian-shin, Tian-yi
In Absentia	2016-02-26 The Hua siblings bond while their mother undergoes chemotherapy.
Location <NYC> Mount Sinai Hospital - Harlem
On the cutting edge of many medical technologies, Mount Sinai Hospital is often ranked as one of the nation's best hospitals. The medical school attached is one of the best in the world, meaning that even your med students know what they are doing. Chin up, then -- when you come in here badly mutilated after the latest terrible catastrophe in Times Square, you're in good hands. It's a sunny and reasonably non-frigid afternoon in the city, the promise of an early spring tantalizing in the air. Inside Mount Sinai's oncology ward, however, one day is much like any other regardless of the weather. The linoleum is spotless, the signage is precise, and even in bustling moments the hallways here have a kind of stillness and quietude that does not encourage excitement or speed. Tag is curled in a chair in one of the waiting areas. His shoulder-length hair is colored in six sections like a messy rainbow pinwheel, his hoodie is a cerulean blue partly blotted out by low, gray clouds, his black cargo pants have a lightning bolt down the outseam. He has his knees pulled up against his chest, hot pink sneakers braced up on the edge of the seat cushion. He cradles his oilslick rainbow smartphone between his hands, eyes fixed on its screen (a wall of text at the moment) and unmoving. Not immediately beside him but separated from him by one empty seat, Tian-yi looks no more put together than his older brother. Although he's wearing a well-tailored black suit, his shoulders are slumped. His white dress shirt is rumpled and his blue-and-gray striped tie is sitting a little crooked, tied just slightly too tight. He also has his cell phone in hand, though it's screen has gone dark with inactivity. One half of the double doors down the hall open to admit Tian-shin, still dressed for work. Her long black hair she has bound up into a perfect bun, her makeup subtle and not quite enough to cover up the shadows under her eyes. She wears a lavender blouse, sharp, fitted black jacket, matching trousers, and plain, low black heels. Glancing at her phone (its case matte pearly gray) before slipping it back into a purple purse, she makes her way to her siblings and drops heavily into the vacant chair between them. Tag looks up when his sister enters, shifting in his seat and rearranging himself to settle against Tian-shin after she has taken her seat. He flops his head down onto her shoulder, hair spilling over his face in a colorful mess. His hand reaches over and curls around hers. Tian-yi also looks up, frowning. Also shifts in place when his sister sits down. He doesn't turn to look at her, seems to make a point of avoiding it, his shoulders tense. But by degrees he relaxes, subsiding back down so that he looks smaller despite standing half a head taller than Tian-shin. His hand turns over and, very slowly, very hesitantly, closes around her other hand. Tian-shin rests her cheek against Tag's silky rainbow hair, her eyes sliding wearily shut for a moment. When she opens then again it's to look down at their joined hands, a kind of vacant distance in them. When Tian-yi reaches for her hand, she turns her head ever so slightly to study him--his youthful face lined with worry. Her hands squeeze down on her brothers', and she nods ever so slightly. To both of them, perhaps, or no one in particular.