Do, do, do your dirty words come out to play when you are hurt? Who: Capri and Gabby Where: UoM campus, drama department When: sometime after lunch
A groan slipped past her lips as Gabby hobbled her way down the hallway. Tomorrow she would bring her lunch with her instead of having to maneuver all the way to go get something from the dining hall. Either that, or she would find some sort of witch who could teleport her to the food court without having to make herself tired merely from existing. Could witches even bend reality like that? Or was that more like something you would see in a movie? Either way, Gabby didn’t really know; her area of expertise was more in the elemental realm. And at the moment, her element couldn’t be more happy with her, what with her swearing off going near the water ever again. All the years she’d lived here, and she had never encountered anything dangerous in the river, and she had always been able to enjoy the summer like any other person. Now, though? She was lucky to be alive, much less in the shape that she was in. Did it leave her a little (or a lot) bitter that she would have to wait until the physical therapist deemed her fully healed before she could dance again? Absolutely. Nevermind the fact that she’d ached with longing when it came to the classes where dancing was involved. She could only sit and watch, letting her mind go through the movements where her body could not. She was sure that this injury was going to set her back a very, very long way when it came to her physical fitness, but she had promised herself that she wouldn’t get bogged down with that. She needed to focus all her attention on her recovery and her physical therapy. Which was slow going, seeing as the doctors were worried about her ripping stitches. Her leg would take a long time to heal, but there were still little exercises she could do, so long as she did not exaggerate the movements. Like pointing her toe, and flexing her foot. Simple, but she would do them so long as they didn’t cause any pain.
Mostly, the pain that she felt was the dull ache of the crutches under her arms. She’d been told to wear long sleeves while she recovered, which wasn’t exactly easy to do when the summer was still holding on. Either way, Gabby felt she needed a rest. She moved off to the side of the hallway in the drama department, taking a breather. It was still a good long while before her next class started, but she figured she could get there early and study something before her musical theater class started up. She was only a few doors down from where her instructor would be setting up, but the fire elemental felt momentarily drained. The act of digesting had taken up a great deal of her energy, energy that she definitely needed when it came to moving around. Gabby was strong, definitely, and had the muscles to back up such a statement, but she was simply not used to carrying all of her weight on one foot, all day. She could balance on only one arm when she was break dancing, but that was different. Holding a pose for a few seconds was completely different than moving around all day on crutches. She wanted to slump down on the wall and not move again. "Fucking crutches," she blurted out before she could help herself. Oh no, not again. Tears stung her eyes, and despite how much she wanted to, Gabby found herself incapable of crying. Was she broken? “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” She slammed her crutches on the ground with each curse. Losing her grip on the damned things, one of her crutches crashed to the ground, nearly tripping up the person who was unlucky enough to be walking by. “Woah! Watch out!” Gabby swore again, hoping the person wouldn’t fall.