[Rl - Mireille and Zelda, sometime after Mireille is admitted to the hospital.] Pleasant company.
Mireille wasn't sure how long she had actually been at the hospital. She knew it had to be at least a few hours, it was already daylight out, but her mind kept wandering every time she thought to ask what time it was. When she'd finally arrived she'd been quite out of it, to the point where she knew she had answered questions about her injury, but honestly sure what she had said.
Normally that would have worried her, but at the moment whatever the cocktail of painkillers they had given her was, it had pushed all thoughts of worry and concern from her mind. In fact, she was almost comfortable. Her arm hurt, oh lord did it hurt, but it was dulled by the medicine to the point where she could adjust to it. Pain was something she'd learned to deal with...not on this scale, in general, but she was managing.
She was currently stretched out in her hospital bed, her burned up left arm resting across the white linen, her eyes closed as she dozed. Next to the bed was one of those rolling tables that they used in hospitals, her laptop resting on it, but it was too far away for her to reach...not that she hadn't tried.
Normally that would have worried her, but at the moment whatever the cocktail of painkillers they had given her was, it had pushed all thoughts of worry and concern from her mind. In fact, she was almost comfortable. Her arm hurt, oh lord did it hurt, but it was dulled by the medicine to the point where she could adjust to it. Pain was something she'd learned to deal with...not on this scale, in general, but she was managing.
She was currently stretched out in her hospital bed, her burned up left arm resting across the white linen, her eyes closed as she dozed. Next to the bed was one of those rolling tables that they used in hospitals, her laptop resting on it, but it was too far away for her to reach...not that she hadn't tried.