Nurse-woman sighed and patted the redhead on the shoulder like she just witnessed a puppy crying for food. “Now Linda, please. You know you’re here to get better, and the sooner you do that, the sooner you’ll be released to go home to your family.”
…wait, what? Now she knew something was wrong. The pouting stopped immediately and her head shot up to stare at the nurse with wide eyes. “Released? But I-”
“You do want to go home, don’t you?”
…humph. Dahlia could feel her eyes narrowing, but she didn’t give it much thought. As long as she didn’t appear overly upset the nurse wouldn’t catch on to her mean-streak anyway. Unless she already knew about it, which would normally be the case, but… This wasn’t normal. “Where am I?”
The hand on her shoulder went to her back and helped her move from the bed-- …okay, that was ugly. That shirt? Had no reason to be happy with itself. At least it proved her suspicion--definitely an asylum. “You’re at Landel’s Institute, Linda,” the nurse went on as Dahlia frowned down at the massive amounts of gray on herself. It was as bad as the prison uniform. Didn't asylums let you wear your own clothes? “Now, now, don’t pout. Everything‘s going to be okay. The staff are friendly, as are the patients… Yes, you‘ll be expected to make a full recovery.”
Dahlia straightened herself and looked back up to the other woman, never pausing from her sad-defenseless-girl routine if the nurse obviously didn‘t know enough about her to know better than trust her. “A full recovery from what?” Her watching out for herself and squashing a few bugs here and there never really seemed like something that needed to be cured, at least to her. It wasn’t like she was crazy.
The nurse smiled and placed her hand on Dahlia’s back again, guiding her towards the door. “I’ll explain more on the way to the courtyard, Ms. May. You poor thing, you must be so confused..."
…wait, what? Now she knew something was wrong. The pouting stopped immediately and her head shot up to stare at the nurse with wide eyes. “Released? But I-”
“You do want to go home, don’t you?”
…humph. Dahlia could feel her eyes narrowing, but she didn’t give it much thought. As long as she didn’t appear overly upset the nurse wouldn’t catch on to her mean-streak anyway. Unless she already knew about it, which would normally be the case, but… This wasn’t normal. “Where am I?”
The hand on her shoulder went to her back and helped her move from the bed-- …okay, that was ugly. That shirt? Had no reason to be happy with itself. At least it proved her suspicion--definitely an asylum. “You’re at Landel’s Institute, Linda,” the nurse went on as Dahlia frowned down at the massive amounts of gray on herself. It was as bad as the prison uniform. Didn't asylums let you wear your own clothes? “Now, now, don’t pout. Everything‘s going to be okay. The staff are friendly, as are the patients… Yes, you‘ll be expected to make a full recovery.”
Dahlia straightened herself and looked back up to the other woman, never pausing from her sad-defenseless-girl routine if the nurse obviously didn‘t know enough about her to know better than trust her. “A full recovery from what?” Her watching out for herself and squashing a few bugs here and there never really seemed like something that needed to be cured, at least to her. It wasn’t like she was crazy.
The nurse smiled and placed her hand on Dahlia’s back again, guiding her towards the door. “I’ll explain more on the way to the courtyard, Ms. May. You poor thing, you must be so confused..."
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