Zoie (if_i_believe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-12-23 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-10, nora, zoie |
You cannot be reckless
Who: Nora and Zoie
Where: UofM hospital
When: Morning
"I think you just like seeing me in a hospital gown," Zoie quipped, smiling at the male nurse who was helping her into the bed. A quick glance at his nametag assured her that yes, this was the same Justin who had brought her her clothes when she got to leave last time. Justin's suddenly red ears only made Zoie more sure that he was new and susceptible to girls. Poor thing, he was actually kinda cute. Thought number 367 in the past two days that Nora would not be happy about. "Relax, Justin, I'm just teasing you. I'm in these things so often that I should just buy my own wardrobe of them. In fact? When I was a kid my parents got me special designed ones too make me feel better." She relaxed back on the bed, her bright pink arm cast stretched over her lap. "I think I wore my favorite one until it got so short that mom had a heart attack of her own; said everyone could see my business when I bent over." She laughed, only wincing a little as the bruises on her face protested.
Justin murmured something, his neck now red too, and scurried out with her empty breakfast tray. Too bad he had need to leave so soon, Zoie had been enjoying his company. Sure, he hardly said a word, but Zoie talked enough for the both of them. Having him gone meant that she was alone and being alone made it all too easy for her mind to bring back up the image of the church and what had happened there. She had not told the doctors what had happened because she was still not sure what had. It was a jumbled mess of images, scents and emotions. Fear, there had been a lot of fear, and pain... but before that she had been... Zoie felt tears spring into her eyes as the image of what she had been doing before Regan - God bless Regan - had shown up.
Luckily, before Zoie could sink fully back into that memory and cause her heart monitor to go crazy, the door opened. "Justin! You came back to- ahh." The blonde's smile faded slightly as she took in the other blonde at the door. She tried to fidget so that she could get the blanket over her cast before her sister could see it. "Yooooouuuuu aren't Justin. In case, y'know, no one told you." Zoie made herself smile brightly and raise her non-casted, just IV'd, hand in a wave. "Morning, Nora. How's tricks?" She did a quick assessment of how she looked: broken arm in a cast (her right one, at that), dark bruises on her face that could have come from a fist or hard surface, stitches on her left arm where a broken splinter of wood had gouged her... Oh yeah, she looked amazing.
She is going to skin me a-l-i-v-e. Which Zoie thought was fair. She ended up here often enough with her condition without landing here because she... got tangled up with... the pastor from hell.