Magdalena Frost ♥ Νύξ ♥ Nyx (nyxofthenight) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-06-06 07:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | hemera, morpheus, nyx |
Nyx laid in her hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. The beep of machinery kept her company. She reached over lazily and picked up a candy bar one of her family had brought her. She loved visits from family - they made the day so much more enjoyable. However most slept at night and now she lay awake, alone. She heaved a heavy sigh and looked sideways at the monitors. She was feeling better - the stitches looked like hell still, and she looked half dead, she swore she lost weight! - but she was feeling better. Even if she couldn't walk down the hall without falling against a wall for support.
Dark eyes focused on a spot on the wall as she tried to regroup. This invalid thing was for the birds. She pressed her finger down over the spot in her arm where the IV was and undid all the tape and wrappings, before taking the IV out. She grumbled and winced as it stung, before she hung it up on the IV pole. A deep breath later she was pulling the little electrode off her chest and letting it dangle loose. She was tired of this already. She got as far as pulling herself up and sliding out of bed before a nurse came rushing in and yelling at her for removing her IV and monitors. The nurse called for assistance and Nyx found herself threatened with straps to hold her in place. She meekly complied quietly, seething as they reinserted the IV in a new spot and hooked her back up.
I. Really. Am. Sick. Of. THIS.