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Day 60: Game Room (Third Shift)
As it turns out, waking up in a sling doesn't get easier after the second night. In fact, Wichita was pretty sure the pain in her shoulder was only getting worse, enough to make her completely disregard the wardrobe change at first, and it had actually taken her a great deal of energy (and pushing from a very peppy nurse, what the hell) to get her to go down to breakfast. Today was not looking so shiny, no.
Until! She actually got down to the cafeteria, and found food, real food, waiting to be consumed. Call Wichita a woman of simple tastes, but anything that wasn't a can of diced peaches (a staple food of Zombieland) or the Blob of Who-The-Hell-Knows that she had been forced to eat here her first few days, was golden to her. Enough to actually put her in a decent mood, anyway. Sure getting around with only one arm was annoying, but this? This definitely made up for it. And so did the comfy clothes, now that she gave it some thought. Huh. Wonder what brought this all on. The whole, cheery crazy-people home vibe. Whatever.
The next shift was spent trying to sweet talk a nurse into getting her some pain killers, but naturally that ended in disappointment. She tried to play the sympathy card, which was too easy, she knew, but it didn't manage to work on the woman. What gives? Aren't nurses, especially bubbly ones, supposed to cave on that kind of thing? How was it her manipulation had no effect on these people? ... oh, right, they thought she was a psycho parent-killer. That might do it.
With the announcement of lunch, and free time, and chicken sandwiches!!!, Wichita found that it was quite easy to forgive that nurse for being a hardass. She would crack her, oh yes. She'd find her weakness and push at it until she had no choice but to give Wichita something for her shoulder. But after her free time. It was time to hit the Game Room.
God, this felt like elementary school. But better that than boot camp.
Wichita was quick to claim her place at the edge of the room, on the floor and generally out of sight, her bagged lunch in one hand and CANDYLAND!!! in the other. Listen, if they were going to force them all to walk around like toddlers, she was going to rock that status. And Candyland was a classic.
The board was all set up in front of her crossed legs, and her lunch was balanced, somehow, on both knees as she tried to figure out which color she would play as. Green, duh, always. And now to find a--
"Toronto!" Excellent. He might take some convincing, but she was sure he'd play with her. Who wouldn't wanna play with her, honestly. And sure he was kind of across the room, but this was totally appropriate to yell in order to grab his attention; "I'm challenging you to a Candyland match! Right now!" She was even pointing at him, then pointing down at the board. "It's on, Lord Licorice!"
[CALLING YOU OUT, MR. PILGRIM.]
Until! She actually got down to the cafeteria, and found food, real food, waiting to be consumed. Call Wichita a woman of simple tastes, but anything that wasn't a can of diced peaches (a staple food of Zombieland) or the Blob of Who-The-Hell-Knows that she had been forced to eat here her first few days, was golden to her. Enough to actually put her in a decent mood, anyway. Sure getting around with only one arm was annoying, but this? This definitely made up for it. And so did the comfy clothes, now that she gave it some thought. Huh. Wonder what brought this all on. The whole, cheery crazy-people home vibe. Whatever.
The next shift was spent trying to sweet talk a nurse into getting her some pain killers, but naturally that ended in disappointment. She tried to play the sympathy card, which was too easy, she knew, but it didn't manage to work on the woman. What gives? Aren't nurses, especially bubbly ones, supposed to cave on that kind of thing? How was it her manipulation had no effect on these people? ... oh, right, they thought she was a psycho parent-killer. That might do it.
With the announcement of lunch, and free time, and chicken sandwiches!!!, Wichita found that it was quite easy to forgive that nurse for being a hardass. She would crack her, oh yes. She'd find her weakness and push at it until she had no choice but to give Wichita something for her shoulder. But after her free time. It was time to hit the Game Room.
God, this felt like elementary school. But better that than boot camp.
Wichita was quick to claim her place at the edge of the room, on the floor and generally out of sight, her bagged lunch in one hand and CANDYLAND!!! in the other. Listen, if they were going to force them all to walk around like toddlers, she was going to rock that status. And Candyland was a classic.
The board was all set up in front of her crossed legs, and her lunch was balanced, somehow, on both knees as she tried to figure out which color she would play as. Green, duh, always. And now to find a--
"Toronto!" Excellent. He might take some convincing, but she was sure he'd play with her. Who wouldn't wanna play with her, honestly. And sure he was kind of across the room, but this was totally appropriate to yell in order to grab his attention; "I'm challenging you to a Candyland match! Right now!" She was even pointing at him, then pointing down at the board. "It's on, Lord Licorice!"
[CALLING YOU OUT, MR. PILGRIM.]