Really? This again?
Aug 21, 2016 16:09:41 GMT -5
Post by Finley MacTavish on Aug 21, 2016 16:09:41 GMT -5
some nights i always win
Finley woke up in the hospital tent again. It must've been the third time this week. What happened this time? She tried to recall the events that lead up to this. She had woken up, which probably meant she had been unconscious--that much was obvious. The issue was the fact that nothing else was.
Then, an Apollo girl of about fifteen walked in through the tent flaps.
Finley pushed herself up to see the girl better. For a moment, she thought she saw a syringe. She had been about to threaten the girl when she realized there was no syringe, but something in a tube and a few rolls of gauze. Still, she glared at the girl as she approached her.
"Just take it easy, alright?" The Apollo kid said. This only caused Finley's glower to intensify; not the intended effect, apparently. She cleared her throat before continuing, "I need you to look down, so I can see the back of your neck." She said.
Finley was growing tired of whatever guessing game this little punk thought she was playing. "I don't suppose you want to tell me how I got here, do you?" She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
The girl put something on the back of Finley's neck. "You don't remember?"
"No, no, you've got it all wrong!" Fin exclaimed, "Of course I remember! That's the reason I'm asking."
"Okay, don't be a jerk," The Apollo kid said.
"Don't be an idiot," Finley countered, closing her eyes.
The girl sighed, "You were at the lake, screwing around on the boats, and you took a bad fall." She finished cleaning up the scrapes and stuck a piece of gauze to the site.
Finley tried to move her head, but it was less than comfortable with the tape on her neck. "Oi, numpty," She said, "Is the duct tape really necessary?"
"It's medical tape, and yes, it is,"
Finley groaned and flopped back on the bed.
"Need anything else?"
"No,"
The Apollo girl shuffled away, and Finley looked up at the tent ceiling. She wasn't about to get up--not yet. She didn't feel like her legs would work. Hopefully, someone with an ounce of intelligence would come visit her.
Then, an Apollo girl of about fifteen walked in through the tent flaps.
Finley pushed herself up to see the girl better. For a moment, she thought she saw a syringe. She had been about to threaten the girl when she realized there was no syringe, but something in a tube and a few rolls of gauze. Still, she glared at the girl as she approached her.
"Just take it easy, alright?" The Apollo kid said. This only caused Finley's glower to intensify; not the intended effect, apparently. She cleared her throat before continuing, "I need you to look down, so I can see the back of your neck." She said.
Finley was growing tired of whatever guessing game this little punk thought she was playing. "I don't suppose you want to tell me how I got here, do you?" She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
The girl put something on the back of Finley's neck. "You don't remember?"
"No, no, you've got it all wrong!" Fin exclaimed, "Of course I remember! That's the reason I'm asking."
"Okay, don't be a jerk," The Apollo kid said.
"Don't be an idiot," Finley countered, closing her eyes.
The girl sighed, "You were at the lake, screwing around on the boats, and you took a bad fall." She finished cleaning up the scrapes and stuck a piece of gauze to the site.
Finley tried to move her head, but it was less than comfortable with the tape on her neck. "Oi, numpty," She said, "Is the duct tape really necessary?"
"It's medical tape, and yes, it is,"
Finley groaned and flopped back on the bed.
"Need anything else?"
"No,"
The Apollo girl shuffled away, and Finley looked up at the tent ceiling. She wasn't about to get up--not yet. She didn't feel like her legs would work. Hopefully, someone with an ounce of intelligence would come visit her.
