I never knew daylight could be so violent
Who: proxysearch and OPEN.
When: Sunday, November 6th.
Where: Skye Medical Center and then out in the city, more than likely.
Summary: Someone's not happy to be in the hospital and is attempting to slip out before her personal doctor finds a way to keep her there.
Warnings: Cursing...?
[It hurts like hell when she finally wakes up sometime around four in the morning. Her last memory comes back to her and she sits up on the bed, much to the detriment of her body. She can already feel that most of the injuries - whatever they were - are gone, but there's a soreness in her limbs and she feels like she can't lift her arms. She hisses, trying to find out where the hell she is and how she got there. She grabs the chart at the bottom of the bed and reads it over carefully.
First and second degree burns. Shrapnel in her body and arms. Lacerated muscles. Small wonder she feels like she's been hit by a bus. She scrubs at her forehead and looks around the room. No clothes to speak of, but there are her boots, belt, and NV. Lucky her. She grabs the latter and pulls it into bed with her. She contacts Daedalus first, then whoever's her doctor, and she gets a nurse in to tell her that they want to keep her for at least twenty-four hours.
Goddammit. She flops back on the bed, NV in hand, and tries to whittle away the hours until morning. At first light, after the sirens go off, she's getting the hell out of here.]
[ooc: any sort of tagging is fine, whether it's prose or action! just specify what time so I know when things happened. if you would rather run into her after she leaves (which'll happen between ten and noon), that's awesome too!]
When: Sunday, November 6th.
Where: Skye Medical Center and then out in the city, more than likely.
Summary: Someone's not happy to be in the hospital and is attempting to slip out before her personal doctor finds a way to keep her there.
Warnings: Cursing...?
[It hurts like hell when she finally wakes up sometime around four in the morning. Her last memory comes back to her and she sits up on the bed, much to the detriment of her body. She can already feel that most of the injuries - whatever they were - are gone, but there's a soreness in her limbs and she feels like she can't lift her arms. She hisses, trying to find out where the hell she is and how she got there. She grabs the chart at the bottom of the bed and reads it over carefully.
First and second degree burns. Shrapnel in her body and arms. Lacerated muscles. Small wonder she feels like she's been hit by a bus. She scrubs at her forehead and looks around the room. No clothes to speak of, but there are her boots, belt, and NV. Lucky her. She grabs the latter and pulls it into bed with her. She contacts Daedalus first, then whoever's her doctor, and she gets a nurse in to tell her that they want to keep her for at least twenty-four hours.
Goddammit. She flops back on the bed, NV in hand, and tries to whittle away the hours until morning. At first light, after the sirens go off, she's getting the hell out of here.]
[ooc: any sort of tagging is fine, whether it's prose or action! just specify what time so I know when things happened. if you would rather run into her after she leaves (which'll happen between ten and noon), that's awesome too!]