Third Floor Landing to Room 319: Monday afternoon [5-25-09]

[darkangelsawyer]

Peyton knew she shouldn't have dragged so many of her records out to the cabin, but she just hadn't been able to decide which ones she wanted. And, of course it was totally ironic that after lugging 5 boxes of them back up the stairs that she should trip on the last stair before the final landing and not only twist her ankle, but also drop almost

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[cutsthestrings]

She was in her room when she heard the noise of someone falling on the stairs.

Soon enough, she was there on the landing, going over a rather extensive amount of first aid information from the field medic guide that had been one of her favorite reads for years.

"Are you all right?"

[darkangelsawyer]

Peyton was staring down at her personal stuff on the stairs, but looked up at the other girl. "I suppose it depends on your definition of all right," she said lightly. "I saved my records, so that's good, but my ankle is definitely not happy with me."

[cutsthestrings]

She held up a her hand before considering what she should do.

"All right. How about I help you up and walk you to your room and get you set up with an ice pack and elevation?" she offered, starting to put the items in some sort of grabbable order.

"I'll come back for this stuff right away and bring it for you."

[darkangelsawyer]

"That would be seriously awesome," Peyton said. "I'm in 319 and that sounds like heaven."