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"I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket."
Who: Kenna, open to whatever student/chaperon was unlucky enough to get stuck with her as a roomie
When: Afternoon
Where: U of M Hospital
In Kenna's defense, they never should have assigned her to a male nurse. A young, attractive male nurse. She'd just undergone a horrific experience she didn't know how to cope with and couldn't begin to understand, only to find out it was all in her head, which really all boiled down to Kenna acting out simply because it was familiar. Shamelessly hitting on the poor bastard and walking around without a hospital gown (or anything else) on was what she would have done if everything was fine, so by God, that was what she was going to do. And had done. Multiple times. After her x-ray -- which Kenna had objected to very strongly on the grounds of fucking logic, you shithead because really, they were worried about radiation, cleared her for that, and then wheeled her off for a x-ray? Fucking really? -- Kenna was pretty sure they'd 'forgotten' her on purpose. They'd left her in the x-ray room a lot longer than felt necessary. She'd been just about ready to ditch the wheelchair and start walking around, looking for that male nurse, trouble, or Treat - not necessarily in that order - when someone had finally come to take her back to her room.
"About time," Kenna sighed, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "You won't let me leave, but you don't watch me very closely. Next time you do that you're not going to find me again, because I'm going to quit this mess." The orderly did not respond. Kenna suspected the orderlies had been specifically told not to talk to her. Fair enough order, that. It did encourage her.
When she was wheeled back in her room, a curtain was drawn around the other bed - that had been empty when she left. "What's the curtain drawn for?" she asked.
"We're past capacity," the orderly admitted. "You're going to have to share." She put the wheelchair's brakes on, and promptly hauled ass out of the room. A room-mate, huh? Kenna got up and headed over to the curtain, pulling it back without stopping to think twice about it. She was going to hazard a guess that they'd been at the school, too. "Fine mess this is, huh?"
When: Afternoon
Where: U of M Hospital
In Kenna's defense, they never should have assigned her to a male nurse. A young, attractive male nurse. She'd just undergone a horrific experience she didn't know how to cope with and couldn't begin to understand, only to find out it was all in her head, which really all boiled down to Kenna acting out simply because it was familiar. Shamelessly hitting on the poor bastard and walking around without a hospital gown (or anything else) on was what she would have done if everything was fine, so by God, that was what she was going to do. And had done. Multiple times. After her x-ray -- which Kenna had objected to very strongly on the grounds of fucking logic, you shithead because really, they were worried about radiation, cleared her for that, and then wheeled her off for a x-ray? Fucking really? -- Kenna was pretty sure they'd 'forgotten' her on purpose. They'd left her in the x-ray room a lot longer than felt necessary. She'd been just about ready to ditch the wheelchair and start walking around, looking for that male nurse, trouble, or Treat - not necessarily in that order - when someone had finally come to take her back to her room.
"About time," Kenna sighed, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "You won't let me leave, but you don't watch me very closely. Next time you do that you're not going to find me again, because I'm going to quit this mess." The orderly did not respond. Kenna suspected the orderlies had been specifically told not to talk to her. Fair enough order, that. It did encourage her.
When she was wheeled back in her room, a curtain was drawn around the other bed - that had been empty when she left. "What's the curtain drawn for?" she asked.
"We're past capacity," the orderly admitted. "You're going to have to share." She put the wheelchair's brakes on, and promptly hauled ass out of the room. A room-mate, huh? Kenna got up and headed over to the curtain, pulling it back without stopping to think twice about it. She was going to hazard a guess that they'd been at the school, too. "Fine mess this is, huh?"