CONSTANTINE, FRANKLIN ELIJAH

[FRANKIE ELIJAH CONSTANTINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f8f8f8; border-left: #0a0a05 20px solid;] FRANKLIN ELIJAH CONSTANTINE. FRANKIE, 22, UNIVERSITY, PLAYED BY DEE occupation: candy stripe (hospital volunteer in the children's ward) and part time retail clerk. personality traits: innocent, naive, responsible, energetic, quick learner, childish, loyal, affectionate, reliable, motivated, airhead, devoted, neutral, cheerful, indecisive, open minded, creative, imaginative, flexible, lively, faith in others, trusting, trusted, frugal, friendly, easy going, involved, bottler, jealous, impractical, undisciplined, easy to love, difficult to anger, protective, adventurous, risk taker, brotherly, patient, not bothered by much, adaptive, happy, flamboyant, mellow, more mature than he seems. secret: "I was named after my dad's closest friend, Franklin. Uncle Frankie was born with HIV and him and my dad were friends for thirty-five years before Uncle Frankie died of his disease. My family grew up with his family constantly there he influenced me a lot and is the reason I got into playing the guitar and the reason I'm in medical school. I know it's not that much of a secret but whatever. If you want a juicy secret then I'm sexually confused but that's hardly a secret." He felt free. Spinning around and around and around high above the rest of the gymnastics team. Spinning around and around and going from one bar to the next. His parents had put him in all sorts of clubs and teams as a child to help him burn off energy, but only gymnastics had really stuck with him. Soccer was fun and all but the kids weren’t team players. And nothing else made him feel this free and happy. It was his passion. Something he never wanted to give up. He would be on his deathbed and still trying to make his way to a gym to get on the bars. At that moment Tobi didn’t care about anything. No worries. No concerns. Nothing. Just him and these bars and the feeling like he was flying. “Tobi, you have a text from Frank!” one of his teammates called out, which ripped Tobi out of his trance so violently he nearly fell off. He missed his mark and held on with only one arm now, simply letting himself drop on to the squishy blue mats under his feet. The girls knew texts from Frank were always important, though he had never stated who Frank was or why they were so important. Tobi ran across the gym and nearly dove for his phone, grabbing it and reading the error filled text. Coming was all he replied with, watching to make sure it sent before yelling out to his team mates. “I need a ride to the hospital!”

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Tobi knew how Grant could be. He knew that Frank’s father had a tendency to want him at the hospital for something as small as a paper cut. While most of the time Tobi didn’t worry about the health problems his best friend had, he couldn’t help but he afraid right now. The fact that his best friend might not be able to be the best man in Tobi’s wedding, or hold his godchild for the first time wasn’t something that Tobi tried to think of on a regular basis. The worry was always there, but he pushed it to the back of his mind so it wasn’t the dominant thought. If he set it free in his head then it wouldn’t ever go away and would be the only thing on his mind, like right now as a friend drove him. His legs bounced and he stared out the window too worried to talk to her. She wasn’t saying much anyways, knowing that when Tobi was quiet it was usually for a very important reason. A life without Frankie was heartbreaking to think about, so he just didn’t let himself worry until times like these. He hoped it was just something small, like a skinned knee or biting his tongue by accident. Something small and silly and something most parents just shook off.

She finally pulled into the hospital parking lot and he threw her a ten for gas and a quick “thank you” before running to the hospital doors. His shirt wasn’t even done up as he booked it past old ladies in wheelchairs and people with IV drips taking walks. The only thing he remembered to do was wash his hands with the anti-bacterial soap all hospitals had in the doors. His hands slammed on the information desk. “Fwankie Wobewts!”[/color] he demanded, saying it like Frankie would out of habit. She gave him a room number and was starting to direct him on where it was but he didn’t need directions. He had been here enough times with Frankie to know his way around. Finally, only slightly out of breath, he made his grand entrance and inwardly groaned at the site of his sick friend. Not just a paper cut, but something far more serious this time. “Are you okay? Do you feel cold? Do you see a light? Don’t go into the light Fwankie! Stay with me!”[/color] He grabbed one of Frankie’s hands and held it tightly, almost desperately, as he knelt on the floor.[/div]

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