Re: Open
Terra had just been coming out of the bathroom for the ninth or so time tonight--not from drinking too much alcohol, but from drinking too much water. She'd been peeing like a racehorse all night. At least the employee bathroom behind the bar was a little cleaner.
Because she wasn't in the slightest bit tipsy, Terra was surprised when the room shifted in slow motion. Confusion lit in her eyes as she turned to try to find what was causing the floor to move out from under her feet, and a speaker came straight for her. All Terra could think was "Holy. Fuck." Thankfully the speaker was headed for her legs and not her head, so she could move out of the way a bit, but it knocked her ass to the ground that was still moving.
Unfortunately, Terra wasn't able to get her legs or hands under her in time. Her head hit the floor with a sick crack, and she moaned. This was going to be the most badass headache ever, and not in a good way either. Her vision tunneled into what was immediately in front of her face. There was probably glass under her body, but right now, all she could feel was the screaming pain thrashing in her head.
She was barely aware of someone kneeling next to her until he moved into her limited vision. A familiar face, but the name slipped her mind. Maybe because of the head trauma?
"Sweet Jesus, that hurts," she said, tears leaking out of the sides of her eyes. Terra closes her eyes as the room swirls again, this time only in her mind. She was dangerously close to passing out, but she clawed her way back up into consciousness, knowing that sleep right now was bad, very bad. That's all she could think, really. She stared up at Ronnie, eyes wide with pain and anxiety. Could Terra even move? She wasn't sure, and was afraid to check. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she fought with all the strength she had to stay awake. Concussion and sleep was bad.