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[hospital - march 26]
Mar. 24th, 2018 11:07 amIt's been a few days and Chloe still feels like shit.
She'd needed a transfusion, she's been treated for smoke inhalation, she's been stitched and patched and her left ankle is elevated to help treat the sprain. The scrape along her left thigh has been covered and she feels like a rag doll, bits and pieces of other things sewn together to make one whole being. Besides that, she's restless and bored, itching to get out of this hospital bed and, if nothing else, at least recuperate in her own home surrounded by her own things. She's not used to having to rely on others for help. It's not a feeling she enjoys.
Yesterday hadn't been so bad, she'd been able to avoid having to see anyone under the doctor's orders, but she's stabilized now and she's free to have visitors, which isn't something Chloe wants and something she's sure she's not going to be able to avoid.
Nate will be here, she knows that for certain, especially given everything she'd said to him on the cusp of unconsciousness. Now, lying in this hospital bed, she isn't sure whether or not she regrets it, but she also doesn't have any idea what's going to happen from here on. Nate might not even say anything, but she knows if he gives her a hard time about it, she's going to wait until she's feeling better and then she's going to kick his ass.
Coop will be here, too, without a doubt. Knowing he'd gotten out without injury had come as a great relief, but given the state of her, she has a feeling he's going to find some way to be a pain in her ass. A part of her is almost looking forward to that, though, if only because it means he's alive and well and she didn't screw up by getting him seriously injured.
She has no idea who else knows. No idea who else Nate might have told. She hopes, probably pointlessly, that he hasn't told anyone, that she might get a few days of rest before she has to head back out and deal with this failure.
As soon as she closes her eyes and lays her head on the pillow, her door opens, and she sighs softly. Apparently a bit of rest is just not in the cards.
She'd needed a transfusion, she's been treated for smoke inhalation, she's been stitched and patched and her left ankle is elevated to help treat the sprain. The scrape along her left thigh has been covered and she feels like a rag doll, bits and pieces of other things sewn together to make one whole being. Besides that, she's restless and bored, itching to get out of this hospital bed and, if nothing else, at least recuperate in her own home surrounded by her own things. She's not used to having to rely on others for help. It's not a feeling she enjoys.
Yesterday hadn't been so bad, she'd been able to avoid having to see anyone under the doctor's orders, but she's stabilized now and she's free to have visitors, which isn't something Chloe wants and something she's sure she's not going to be able to avoid.
Nate will be here, she knows that for certain, especially given everything she'd said to him on the cusp of unconsciousness. Now, lying in this hospital bed, she isn't sure whether or not she regrets it, but she also doesn't have any idea what's going to happen from here on. Nate might not even say anything, but she knows if he gives her a hard time about it, she's going to wait until she's feeling better and then she's going to kick his ass.
Coop will be here, too, without a doubt. Knowing he'd gotten out without injury had come as a great relief, but given the state of her, she has a feeling he's going to find some way to be a pain in her ass. A part of her is almost looking forward to that, though, if only because it means he's alive and well and she didn't screw up by getting him seriously injured.
She has no idea who else knows. No idea who else Nate might have told. She hopes, probably pointlessly, that he hasn't told anyone, that she might get a few days of rest before she has to head back out and deal with this failure.
As soon as she closes her eyes and lays her head on the pillow, her door opens, and she sighs softly. Apparently a bit of rest is just not in the cards.
