[J1W] 12.08 - Hurting
Calling Flack felt like second nature to her, and yet part of her felt bad that it had gotten to that point. He had told her that she could call if she needed anything, but she hated that everytime she called it was because she was in a slight mess. Monday she managed to get herself to the hospital and now here it was Friday and she was getting ready to check out. Everything hurt though, and the physical pain was barely anything to match the emotional anguish she held in her heart.
The mistakes she'd made were in her past and trying to move past all of that hadn't been easy, but Gabriel had told her that it wasn't her fault. That she couldn't blame herself for following orders, but then everything got twisted around and the wound in her thigh was secondary to the pressure on her wrists and the fear flickering in her eyes.
Elle didn't understand why he stopped... she hadn't stopped him, whatever he'd done to her... whatever got fixed inside of her made her energy levels stay what they always were and it was just pain. It was a wonder she even made it to the streets from the beach, and the rest of the night had been a blur of trying to find her way to somewhere safe. The blood on her leg, across her forehead... she knew the way she looked wasn't good at all and eventually she ended up in a hospital. The actual details not even mattering anymore because it was done, and nothing was going to change.
Her hand brushed fingertips lightly to the bandages against her wound, the numbness at her side wearing off as she signed herself out. It wasn't as if she had anyone else to claim her anymore. Her father was gone, her own mother years before that... and being an only child had left her to clear her own path. Looking back though she really wondered just how she'd managed to get so lost.
Glancing at the clock on the wall she was glad that she wouldn't have to be here much longer, Flack was going to come get her and she'd go back home. Not that home was any place she wanted to be right now either. Not having a place to belong wasn't exactly right at all, and Elle knew for a fact that the reason it hurt so much was because for a moment she had a place and there was nothing wrong at all, but now everything was lost and she was stuck in the middle of it all.
Her name jotted down on the pages beneath her hand as she shoved the prescription for the antibiotics and pain meds into her pocket. Elle wanted to leave the antiseptic smell behind her, and even if she wasn't supposed to walk out of her own free will she didn't really want to try and see if anyone stopped her either. The glass doors slid open and the cold air hit her face quickly, nearly taking the air from her lungs with how cold it felt compared to the hospital. She just knew she didn't want to be in there anymore, and Flack would be there soon anyway.
The mistakes she'd made were in her past and trying to move past all of that hadn't been easy, but Gabriel had told her that it wasn't her fault. That she couldn't blame herself for following orders, but then everything got twisted around and the wound in her thigh was secondary to the pressure on her wrists and the fear flickering in her eyes.
Elle didn't understand why he stopped... she hadn't stopped him, whatever he'd done to her... whatever got fixed inside of her made her energy levels stay what they always were and it was just pain. It was a wonder she even made it to the streets from the beach, and the rest of the night had been a blur of trying to find her way to somewhere safe. The blood on her leg, across her forehead... she knew the way she looked wasn't good at all and eventually she ended up in a hospital. The actual details not even mattering anymore because it was done, and nothing was going to change.
Her hand brushed fingertips lightly to the bandages against her wound, the numbness at her side wearing off as she signed herself out. It wasn't as if she had anyone else to claim her anymore. Her father was gone, her own mother years before that... and being an only child had left her to clear her own path. Looking back though she really wondered just how she'd managed to get so lost.
Glancing at the clock on the wall she was glad that she wouldn't have to be here much longer, Flack was going to come get her and she'd go back home. Not that home was any place she wanted to be right now either. Not having a place to belong wasn't exactly right at all, and Elle knew for a fact that the reason it hurt so much was because for a moment she had a place and there was nothing wrong at all, but now everything was lost and she was stuck in the middle of it all.
Her name jotted down on the pages beneath her hand as she shoved the prescription for the antibiotics and pain meds into her pocket. Elle wanted to leave the antiseptic smell behind her, and even if she wasn't supposed to walk out of her own free will she didn't really want to try and see if anyone stopped her either. The glass doors slid open and the cold air hit her face quickly, nearly taking the air from her lungs with how cold it felt compared to the hospital. She just knew she didn't want to be in there anymore, and Flack would be there soon anyway.