Chrissy couldn't believe that worked! Smiling, she laughed as Steph called her a jerk. She sorta deserved it, for what she did. It was a terrible way to get woke up!
"Walk?" What was that look for? "I was shot in the chest, not in the legs," she grumbled. "You would think that you would be worried that your...I mean my...breasts weren't damaged."
Pulling the covers back, Chrissy swung her legs over the side and sat up. That was as far as she could go because of the tubes stuck into her. She was really trying hard not to think about that...
"See? Just don't expect me to do any running."
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The penthouse was empty, Stephanie had not returned to it. The kitchen was still damaged, as was the ceiling in her room. They were even out of ice cream! Knowing that she could never feel better without ice cream, she fed her cat and left to go shopping. Wandering the streets, the chaos was dying down now that the police and firefighters were back to normal. Workers were cleaning up the carnage, stores that were looted were boarding up their windows...
It was proving hard to find a store open for business!