{RL WITH ITSUKI AND PENELO} forward-dated to Sunday
Azula was furious, as anyone who had spoken to her could tell. When she was angry, that tended to encompass everything else-- at least outwardly.
It was no different from acting under the influence of a virus. There was one thing that the doctor who injected her had said that she could agree with-- that she hadn't done anything of her own volition, and that anyone who thought otherwise was an idiot.
The moment she was released from the hospital, Azula took up her feather and worldhopped herself to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, landing herself directly in the ICU so as to bypass any guards or "well-meaning" doctors who wanted to keep visitors out. She didn't know exactly where Dr. Cuddy's room was, so she began to wander up and down the halls, peeking through the window of each door she passed.
It was no different from acting under the influence of a virus. There was one thing that the doctor who injected her had said that she could agree with-- that she hadn't done anything of her own volition, and that anyone who thought otherwise was an idiot.
The moment she was released from the hospital, Azula took up her feather and worldhopped herself to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, landing herself directly in the ICU so as to bypass any guards or "well-meaning" doctors who wanted to keep visitors out. She didn't know exactly where Dr. Cuddy's room was, so she began to wander up and down the halls, peeking through the window of each door she passed.