WHO Kim Possible & Rosa Diaz WHAT Pity Milkshakes WHEN Thursday afternoon WHERE Hinkles WARNINGS TBD, probably none STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Sprained ankle. Great. It was exactly what she thought it was but still a bit worse, which meant crutches and keeping her ankle elevated. Kim was mostly frustrated with herself for even letting it happen, since she knew better. She knew she needed to stop between sections and to pace herself, to not push so hard especially when she hadn't been in weeks. It was her own fault and it sucked and she was going to allow herself to wallow for a little while before getting her shit together and moving on.
"I hate these stupid things," she grumbled as she set her crutches aside. She was finally safely in a booth and could stop using them. Navigating around school was the worst because she felt like everyone was looking at her for all the wrong reasons. Kim sighed and looked up at Rosa. "I know I'm super pathetic right now. I just want to wallow and acknowledge how much this all sucks." Because it really, really sucked. To a teenager, this sort of thing was the worst.