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At this point in her enforced stay on the island, a blizzard in the middle of tropical weather was less a surprise and more something new to be factored in. She'd spent the time at the compound, reasoning that even on the offchance her hut could be heated enough to manage, coordinating any ITF response was better done from somewhere where they stood a chance of being able to contact the other team members.
It hadn't been necessary. It was almost frustrating. Which was, perhaps, why she was out running as soon as the weather had cleared enough to make it viable. Still unwise, quite possibly, but she already had far too much time with nothing to do but think and remember, so she did it anyway.
There were worse things she could be doing. She attended meetings for some of them.
She'd covered a fair stretch of beach, first, and was finishing up along one of the paths to the rec center when the reason it hadn't been the wisest idea caught up with her. Or, rather, it caused her foot to overtake the rest of her, hitting a patch of ice. She might have recovered, if that hadn't put her foot right off the path and into a slight hole in the ground. She felt it twist and went down, only to haul herself to her feet a moment later.
Foot, really, because every time she put the right one down she winced. Sprained, she suspected. She considered where she was, and tried putting weight on it one more time.
Then, with great reluctance, she hopped over to a nearby fallen log and sat down, the better to glare at her ankle.
It hadn't been necessary. It was almost frustrating. Which was, perhaps, why she was out running as soon as the weather had cleared enough to make it viable. Still unwise, quite possibly, but she already had far too much time with nothing to do but think and remember, so she did it anyway.
There were worse things she could be doing. She attended meetings for some of them.
She'd covered a fair stretch of beach, first, and was finishing up along one of the paths to the rec center when the reason it hadn't been the wisest idea caught up with her. Or, rather, it caused her foot to overtake the rest of her, hitting a patch of ice. She might have recovered, if that hadn't put her foot right off the path and into a slight hole in the ground. She felt it twist and went down, only to haul herself to her feet a moment later.
Foot, really, because every time she put the right one down she winced. Sprained, she suspected. She considered where she was, and tried putting weight on it one more time.
Then, with great reluctance, she hopped over to a nearby fallen log and sat down, the better to glare at her ankle.