Ronnie Montgomery (hurricaneronnie) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-08-22 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: jewllian montague, char: veronica montgomery |
Who: Ronnie and Jewllian
What: Someone needs healing
Where: Flat 1000
When: After this
Making it through the lobby of the building after getting away from her sister and father was not easy. She didn’t want to answer questions, and she briefly considered flying, but with her wrist broken, there was no way she could turn into her bird form… Ronnie didn’t have any other option but to hurry through the lobby, tilting her head so that most of her face was hidden behind a curtain of fiery red. She avoided the lift and slowly climbed the steps, knowing that it was mostly empty at all times. It was slow though, and she had to stop a few times to rest. The throbbing in her wrist was intense, and the dull pain on her cheek and jaw was not helping. Glancing down, she could see that some blood from her lip had gotten onto her shirt, but she couldn’t wipe it away without letting go of her arm. Once she got on the seventh floor landing, she briefly considered going to Ginny. She could get healed there, but Ginny would have questions that Ronnie didn’t feel comfortable answering, and she was busy with playoffs and planning the wedding. Despite her being Ronnie’s best friend, she had never felt comfortable discussing the details of Daniel’s death; the lines she had crossed while they were on the run, all of the things that she had done… She tried to keep that away from Ginny. So, she kept climbing. At least she knew that Jewllian wouldn’t judge her, if she told him everything. The tenth floor landing brought a sigh of relief from her. She ducked out of the stairwell after checking to see if anyone was in the hallway, and made her way to Jewllian’s door. There was a pause as she looked down at the way her good arm was cradling her wrist, and she debated letting go briefly so she could knock. Ronnie shook her head and kicked the door a few times, trying to be gentle about it. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head slightly so that her hair was out of her face. She was not looking forward to this like she had been an hour ago. She knew she looked a right sight, with her black eye, bloody lip, and broken wrist, and she was sure a bruise was blooming on her jaw. She glanced down at her boots, trying to ignore the pain shooting across her shoulders from where she had been pushed against the wall. When the door opened, she looked up again, a guilty expression flashing across her face for a split second. “Hi.” Ronnie shifted slightly, wincing as her wrist was jostled. “Uh...do you have any bruise paste?” |