As much as she hated it, Lita's comment about her needing help was true. There was no way she'd be standing right now, cast and all, if it wasn't for the crutches under her arms. Her hands gripped the handles tightly as her jaw set, but the movement did absolutely nothing to relieve her frustration and helplessness.
The way she saw it, she was basically trapped. Either haul herself up to the third floor with Lita, whose penchant for sadism she was now seeing in full force, or call Savannah and Day and beg them to come back. Or maybe she could stay on the UMCB's second floor overnight? There was a chair against a wall there, maybe about ten feet away. She could drag herself across the floor if she needed to, then pull herself up to sit in it. These were all equally humiliating options.
The pleading tone she'd just adopted was gone now that it was clear that Lita wouldn't actually do anything to really help. In its place was a healthy amount of irritation.
"You're just my doctor because Savannah told you to be," Olivia said, exhaling sharply through her mouth and pushing the crutches forward and up onto the first step, swinging herself up to begin the process anew. The movement was painfully slow, excruciating, even, for a girl who used to run sprints up and back down from the Oval Office just for fun. "You don't need to ask me what we were looking for either. It's just dumb scout stuff. It doesn't matter."
She was talking for the sake of talking, running her mouth because her legs wouldn't work anymore. Hedging to answer the question because the last thing she wanted just then was to admit that she'd gotten beaten up for the sake of the clothes and books that she'd put in her pack that morning.