Mislead's Prompts #1
"This weeks words :P
Toxin, T-shirt, burn, purple, Feral, harpoon, garrison, disarm, botulism (which is acute food poisoning), pizza."
So, me and mislead-legend decided that every friday or saturday we will answer a prompt one of us chose. We'll pick out random words, and then decide on one or two of those words to write a short story/drabble about. Mine will be about random characters from my story and them interacting with each other :3
Ryan squeezed her eyes tightly as the stove top seared her hand, crying out softly. Jerking it back, she looked down at the blistered skin of her palm, tears pricking her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. She let out a soft curse, something she hardly ever did, and rushed over to the sink. Running hot water over the burn, she used her free hand to reach over and turn the stove off, the smell of burnt bacon filling the air.
"Ryan? You ok?" Glancing up, she saw Faith standing in the door way, rubbing her sleep filled eyes and yawning.
"Yeah, I just burned my hand on the freaking stove," she muttered. Faith shuffled over and turned the water off before opening the fridge, pulling out a bottle of mustard. "Gimme' your hand," she yawned. Ryan frowned, doing as she told, and winced as her roommate smeared the cool, yellow liquid onto her palm.
"Mustard helps burns," Faith said, seeming to finally wake up, "Were you trying to make breakfast?"
"Yeah... I figured I'd repay you for letting me share your dorm."
"Oh... Well, you can't cook so I'll do it." She chuckled softly and winked, dumping the bacon out of the pan and running cool water over the ho metal, cleaning it off before starting fresh. She pulled out another pan and melted down some buttered before beginning to make scrambled eggs. The smell of breakfast made Ryan feel a bit better about her own clumsy mistakes as she let the mustard sit on her palm, the pain slowly fading only to be replaced with the cold slimey feeling the mustard had.
"Thanks," Ryan finally said as she washed her hands. Her burnt flesh was still tender, a long blister stretching across her palm, a white bubble surrounded by angry red marks that could only be smaller blisters. She frowned and poked at it, wincing and deciding she'd pop it later. She couldn't function properly with a burned palm, it just wouldn't work.
"You leave that alone," Fatih said, slapping Ryan's hand playfully away, "Let me wrap your hand up and we'll go buy some burn cream later today." She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a first aid kit, mumbling something about never being too careful and always having one around. She moved the eggs around a bit and flipped the bacon before sitting down across from her, humming softly as she wrapped up Ryan's hand.
"There, good as new. Now, let's eat!"