|dǫçţǫŗ şɭęęƥ (shined) wrote in valloic,|
@ 2020-09-25 16:57:00
|Wynonna would be the first to admit (possibly) that she kind of maybe sort of fucked up in insisting on going to the island to help. Sitting around and healing isn’t something she does well and restlessness is in her nature, especially considering she just wasn’t allowed to rest back home. It was non-stop. Or at least it always felt that way.|
But now? Well. She had a sneaky suspicion it was going to be forced on her. Things had been fine, her and Tally had gone off to patrol and look around the island a bit, coming across one of the old Jeeps that made Wynonna completely lose her mind in excitement. They gave it a little test drive, found the ‘downtown’ area of what could only be described as a sort of theme park and found some merchandise that was still on the shelves. It had all been very exciting until some sort of dinosaur with big teeth and claws decided they looked like lunch.
Now she found herself at the clinic. Again. Her arm in a sort of makeshift sling using a Jurassic World shirt and a look of deep annoyance on her face. Sure, she was in a lot of pain and she was fairly certain her wrist was broken, but the disappointment that was bound to be radiating off of Dan once he realized she was back was going to be even worse.