WHO: Darcy and open WHAT: Someone's in trouble WHERE: Street downtown, just outside one of the stores full of books WHEN: Early morning 3/1 STATUS: Open/ongoing
Darcy woke up with a groan. She hurt. Everywhere hurt and she couldn't see.
She didn't know where she was.
She didn't know where she was.
She sat up quickly, too quickly, her head spinning and vision going black for a few seconds. It took her a few moments to catch her breath and clear her brain. She looked around quickly.
Books. Dark. Empty.
The panic started to rise in her chest. Her hands both moved to her belly quickly, checking that first. It seemed alright, she was still pregnant, it didn't hurt or feel wrong. But as soon as her mind moved beyond that the panic welled ever faster, making her breath come quick and her fingers start to shake. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know if she still had Bruce. Tears welled to her eyes but she couldn't dwell. She needed to find out.
She stood up slowly and with a wince. It wasn't until she was standing she noticed that her feet were bruised and bloody. She'd been walking on them barefoot, some distance it seemed, and was still in her pajamas. She steeled herself and forced the pain away. She needed to know.
When she finally found a door and stepped outside she wasn't sure if the darkness was a comfort or not. Maybe she was still home, maybe he was still there. Maybe she didn't lose him too.
It was slow going, and she was in pain with every step, but she started to walk toward their townhouse.