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thatdarncat ([info]thatdarncat) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-26 22:23:00
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Who: Selina Kyle and Linda Carter
What: Selina's in pretty bad shape
When: Tuesday night
Where: Metropolitan General
Rating: Low
Status: Completed




It had been three days, and she couldn't take it any longer.

Limping around with the holes in her calf was doable - painful, but doable. It was her ribs that were the problem. The first night was fine, she was able to ignore the pain, but night two was agony. She didn't often cry, but even a walk from her bedroom to the bathroom was enough to make her well up.

So by day three she decided that, despite her extreme distaste for hospitals, her inability to take deep breaths without a wave of nausea was a somewhat bad situation to be in. She didn't know what was wrong with her ribs. On the night she had injured them (for that damned statue - so not worth it), she figured they were simply bruised, but the pain was such that she was wondering if they weren't shattered into a thousand pieces. That's sure what it felt like.

Indeed it must've been providence seeing the billboard ad that morning about health care, so she invented a story ("fell down the stairs at my apartment" seemed plausible enough, if a little cliche) and went into the hospital.

She approached the receptionist, putting on her most sugary smile. "Excuse me. I'm searching for a Linda Carter?"


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