whatever i got, i got it myself
Predictably, Candice isn't tremendously fond of hospital stays. Her intake into the ER was something of a blur, and she's lucky she managed to punch off a message to anyone who might be interested in her welfare back home before passing out. Her ribs hurt. Her wrist is in its cast. They've given her painkillers, but her injuries don't necessitate anything strong enough to kill the ache of being bruised and bloodied entirely.
And yet, she's pleased with herself. That went really well, all things considered. She won't even have too many scars, and no permanent injuries. Enfys seems--well, not okay, precisely, the jaw dislocation is worrying, but she'll be all right. Candice feels some guilt for getting her mixed up in this, but she's also pretty sure Enfys would tell her to shut up with that already if she could, you know, speak.
Man, her ribs really hurt. He just had to kick her.
And yet, she's pleased with herself. That went really well, all things considered. She won't even have too many scars, and no permanent injuries. Enfys seems--well, not okay, precisely, the jaw dislocation is worrying, but she'll be all right. Candice feels some guilt for getting her mixed up in this, but she's also pretty sure Enfys would tell her to shut up with that already if she could, you know, speak.
Man, her ribs really hurt. He just had to kick her.