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CHARACTERS: buffying and her good pal tembleques
WHEN: August 29
WHERE: the infirmary
RATING: PG-13 or something
WARNINGS: language, possible table flipping, just generally Kanda.
WHAT: Buffy went and got herself a little bit mauled by an itty vampire brat, so naturally what she needs to lift her spirits is a visit from the guy with the best bedside manner in Ceriu. But that guy was busy. She gets Kanda instead.
LOG:
[it's been over a week since it happened, over a week of lying here in this bed, alternating between aching and stinging and itching all over, bandaged from head to toe and not even feeling up to making a lame mummy joke about it. she should have healed by now.
or, more accurately, she should have been strong enough to ensure things like this didn't happen in the first place. but considering where she is, Buffy's more focused on the healing part right now.
they'd told her, when she had enough energy to stay awake for a long enough stretch of time, that she'd lost a lot of blood and been badly wounded, that it'd take a good long while for her to be back to normal again. but she was the slayer, right? what the hell did they know? so she'd tried to brush the doctors off at first. just let me go back to my room, I'll be fine in a day or two. I'll cartwheel and everything. what's with all the doubt around here, huh?
then she'd made the mistake of trying to sit up.
over a week, and here's the so-called chosen one, stuck on bed-rest duty like a good little girl. silently freaking out because there is something so, so wrong with her.]
WHEN: August 29
WHERE: the infirmary
RATING: PG-13 or something
WARNINGS: language, possible table flipping, just generally Kanda.
WHAT: Buffy went and got herself a little bit mauled by an itty vampire brat, so naturally what she needs to lift her spirits is a visit from the guy with the best bedside manner in Ceriu. But that guy was busy. She gets Kanda instead.
LOG:
[it's been over a week since it happened, over a week of lying here in this bed, alternating between aching and stinging and itching all over, bandaged from head to toe and not even feeling up to making a lame mummy joke about it. she should have healed by now.
or, more accurately, she should have been strong enough to ensure things like this didn't happen in the first place. but considering where she is, Buffy's more focused on the healing part right now.
they'd told her, when she had enough energy to stay awake for a long enough stretch of time, that she'd lost a lot of blood and been badly wounded, that it'd take a good long while for her to be back to normal again. but she was the slayer, right? what the hell did they know? so she'd tried to brush the doctors off at first. just let me go back to my room, I'll be fine in a day or two. I'll cartwheel and everything. what's with all the doubt around here, huh?
then she'd made the mistake of trying to sit up.
over a week, and here's the so-called chosen one, stuck on bed-rest duty like a good little girl. silently freaking out because there is something so, so wrong with her.]