Jean gets the hell out of the medlabs. [for Sinister]
Cranky.
That was probably the best adjective for Jean. She'd been stuck in the medlabs for nearly two weeks as her chest healed up under the very close supervision of the new doctor. A nasty little infection had taken up residence in her body, and her own stubbornness had made it worse than it needed to be. It was her own fault she was stuck there.
It didn't mean Jean was happy about it, though. She was bored. Very, very bored. She hadn't been feeling up to letting her mind roam and wander the halls, so she was stuck with her own thoughts. She was coming to find out she didn't love being inside her own head that much.
When the redness had gone from her chest, and the halls had quieted down from the obnoxious child brains, Jean knew she wanted to get the hell out of Dodge and go back to her room. She leaned into the doorframe to the office, her arms folded over her chest. "Please tell me I can leave today."
That was probably the best adjective for Jean. She'd been stuck in the medlabs for nearly two weeks as her chest healed up under the very close supervision of the new doctor. A nasty little infection had taken up residence in her body, and her own stubbornness had made it worse than it needed to be. It was her own fault she was stuck there.
It didn't mean Jean was happy about it, though. She was bored. Very, very bored. She hadn't been feeling up to letting her mind roam and wander the halls, so she was stuck with her own thoughts. She was coming to find out she didn't love being inside her own head that much.
When the redness had gone from her chest, and the halls had quieted down from the obnoxious child brains, Jean knew she wanted to get the hell out of Dodge and go back to her room. She leaned into the doorframe to the office, her arms folded over her chest. "Please tell me I can leave today."