WHO: Cam and Travie WHEN: May 10th. Evening-ish? WHERE: Cam's room! WHAT: Cam hurt herself and her boy is coming to her boredom rescue! RATING: Medium. She is hurt so maybe they will behave. (Be on guard because I don't entirely buy that, however) OPEN: No!
Cam truly couldn't believe her luck. Or more accurately, she couldn't believe her lack of luck. She still wasn't exactly sure how the fall had happened. One second she had been about to go down the stairs, her iPod in as a bunch of ideas swirled around in her head. The music she was listening to had inspired her, and words came on their own as she stood there. Just as she was taking the first step, she was struck by further inspiration in the form of a beat, and her resulting excitement had led to her jumping excitedly. Probably not the best idea considering her position poised at the top of the stairs, but Chamomile rarely thought before she did something. This time, unlike the countless others, it had had dire consequences. She'd woken up in the infirmary after the tumble, not remembering anything aside from rolling down the first several steps. And pain, but that was gone at the moment. The nurses had patched her up and given her some good stuff for the discomfort, sending her home with her friend who had found her. Talk about embarrassing.
Bed rest was not designed for someone like her, though. Cam was going stir crazy already and it had only been a day. She didn't know how she was going to last a couple weeks. The game she'd started on the journals entertained her for a good while thankfully, especially when she was introduced to FDR. Almost immediately, the fae knew she wanted to bring him to Travie. The couple was always shopping for people to join them when the mood struck, and Cam felt like this boy would be a perfect candidate. She planned on telling her boyfriend that too, once he got there of course. She wasn't overly fond of being by herself, but Cam knew he was busy and couldn't just jump at her neck and call. So instead, she'd gotten changed into something cute yet appropriately comfortable for bed rest, and flipped on the television while she waited for her man. Maybe the outfit had more sex appeal than some might wear when lounging around, but Chamomile Cook was always thinking in sexual terms. It was just in her nature, even when in pain and laid up.