Emily Owens (itsemilynotpits) wrote in thedarkhouse, @ 2013-06-20 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | emily owens |
WHO: Emily Owens
WHAT: Emily arriving at Dark House
WHERE: The dining room
WHEN: Thursday morning
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete, narrative
What on earth had made her decide to go check on Blake by herself? After she'd been warned not to? And how could she be so stupid to walk in there wearing her name tag. Thank god it only had her first name on it. If he'd somehow gotten her last name, too...
Emily didn't want to think about it. She fled from the man's hospital room, letting Will take over as she headed for the nearest bathroom. She felt like she was going to throw up. Of all the stupid things to do, that had to be the worst, at least in a long, long time.
Going into the man's room had been alternately instinctive--from being a doctor and wanting to help someone who was obviously in pain--and against her survival instinct as a woman. How was she supposed to contend with two sides like that? She made her way into the bathroom, feeling nauseated and jumpy, flinching when the door shut behind her. She made her way to the row of sinks and turned one of the faucets onto cold water. She cupped her hands beneath the cool stream and then splashed it onto her face, trying to shake herself out of the feeling of unease.
When she lifted her head to look in the mirror, she discovered that it was gone. In fact, so was the sink. Whirling around, she blinked several times rapidly, trying to figure out what was going on. She was no longer in a bathroom. She was nowhere familiar at all, in fact. She appeared to be in some kind of dining room. But how she'd gotten there, she had no idea.
"Okay this isn't funny," she said under her breath.
It wasn't funny at all.