WHO: Corey and Colt WHEN: September 26 (Late night, Early morning? After 1am) WHERE: Corey's room. WHAT: Stuff. And things.
To say that things since the kidnapping had been different would have been a severe understatement. Not only was Corey still healing, though really it was only the pain from the fracture in her femur and some lingering tenderness and healing from where the rod had impaled her stomach that were still issues. Every other ache was tolerable most days, which was more than she could say for the nightmares. In addition to this, Colt had barely let her out of his sight, and she had been told in no uncertain terms that she was not sleeping alone (or walking alone or hanging out alone or ANYTHING alone) for a still-to-be-determined amount of time. Corey didn’t really mind having him with her, however. On the contrary, she loved it. She didn’t WANT to be alone. Though she would never admit that out loud. He’d think she was too clingy if she did. Or worse, he’d figure out just how disturbed by everything she still was, and she definitely did not want that.
One of the biggest differences and something she was still upset about quite honestly was her hair. A particularly nasty blow to the head had required stitches (and now caused frequent headaches still, as a little side bonus), and the doctors had had to cut her hair to accommodate this. More specifically, they’d had to shave half of her head. At which point she'd just told them to shave the whole thing. Corey hated it, but it had grown out some now and people kept telling her how pretty and flattering the pixie-esque cut was. She wasn't sure if she believed them, but she didn't have the heart to argue. The aforementioned hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat as she woke up rather violently tonight. Throwing the blankets off, her chest heaved in and out as her heart pounded. She squinted, not seeing Colt beside her, though she tried to tell herself he was just getting a drink or something.
Curling her knees up to her chest, she immediately regretted the movement as her leg twinged sharply. Corey tried to take in deep breaths, pulling her long tshirt (that honestly might have been Colt's) down over her bared legs as she tried to shake off the remnants of the dream.