Who: MK Robinson / Mary Jane Watson
What: Memories Plot
Where: Turnberry Towers, Wren's apartment.
Things to avoid: Nada!
MK felt trapped, shackled to the Turnberry penthouse against her will. Her injuries were healing slowly, very slowly, and she knew it would be ages before she felt like herself again. If that was even possible. But that was a long way away either way, as the boots on both ankles constantly reminded her, and while she could hobble around the apartment if she wanted, incredible pain accompanied those attempts. So, she stayed in the bed, and she popped more of the Vicodin and Percocet the doctors prescribed her because it was the only thing she had to numb the pain. The only thing to take care of the panic and nightmares when all she wanted was a drink or five. The only thing to stop her from dwelling on what Alexander inflicted on her or the feart of Adam leaving her for Ainslie. She felt numb, but only for a moment, until the overwhelming wave of dizziness slammed into her. The dizziness continued, intensified in the worst way, and as she curled into a ball to stave the nausea, she wondered if she finally overdid it. Darkness creeped in, and MK didn't panic, just sighed and let it come. |