| April 2nd, Dr. Grimm and Hatake Kakashi |
[25 Mar 2008|03:32pm] |
Who?: Dr. Samantha Grimm and Hatake Kakashi
What?: First time meetings, asking questions, whatever!
When?: Early Evening
Where?: Dining Room
Rating?: PG, for now
Status? Complete
Dr. Grimm's body was still sore, very sore at that. She had more bruises on her than she'd originally thought she would have and her leg kept trying to lock on her. After she'd taken her bath last night she'd found, amazingly enough, an ace bandage and some painkillers that had put her at ease enough to sleep. Even though her dreams had been filled with images of the imps, of Duke being pulled through the grate, and of John dying before she'd injected him with Chromosome 24.
The better part of her day had been spent in bed, sleeping and popping pills. She didn't really feel like moving, but one time she'd rolled over and her leg had nearly locked on her. She had to get up, get her blood flowing and try to help her leg heal a little better. So she'd grabbed up her map, and found out where the kitchen was located at. After, what felt like a long trek down the stairs, she'd made her way to the kitchen and found a hot steaming plate of food already on the counter for her along with a cold glass of milk. That was odd, but at least she didn't have to stand on her feet for long to fix it. She grabbed up the plate, and moved to the massive dining table. It felt so empty being the only one seated at the large table. She shifted a little in her seat, pulling out the chair beside her and propped her leg up in it.
Pulling her plate closer to the edge of the table, she cut into the roast beef that was on her plate and took a bite. If the food happened to be poisoned it was going to be a damn good last meal. She let out a slight moan of satisfaction and licked her lips as she took another bite. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of her milk and placed it back on the table. Sam was still in the drowsy haze of the pain-killers, but she had this...uneasy feeling that started at the base of her spine and worked its way up to the back of her neck. Slowly she turned her head, looking back over her shoulder. Nothing seemed out of place, but she could've sworn she felt someone behind her. Shaking her head, and putting it off as her paranoia, she took another bite of her food.
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