Talking to Rapunzel had preeeetty much sealed the whole Buffy needing a minute to be process-y gal deal. The fact that this place went all Hellraiser when the lights went out wasn't something worthy of rejoice, that was for sure. So, when the intercom crackled to life and signaled another change of activities (she was starting to get an idea of ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

And so it seemed that everything had gone back to normal ( Read more... )

When the intercom jingled at the crack of dawn, the tension and the estranged atmosphere seemed to have vanished overnight, replaced by an almost familiar burst of energy. The nurses began their routines with a hum and a spring to their step. The orderlies were offering smiles to staff and charges alike. Overall, the staff seemed settled ( Read more... )