selina kyle (babycat) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2020-02-24 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | selina kyle (gotham) |
CHARACTERS: Selina Kyle (open to whomever wants to jump in)
SETTING: In a clinic several hours (maybe 24 hours) after the fall of Maleficent, in Tumbleweed, TX.
SUMMARY: Selina got super hurt, wakes up later recovered and reflects
WARNINGS: Mention of violence, stabbing, surgery, pain etc.
Scattered memories of the past few hours drifted behind Selina’s closed eyelids before she awoke. She remembered the pain, she remembered being hoisted out of the fight. By who? That she didn’t pay attention to. All she knew was the pain made her lose consciousness. And then she was back, she was lying supine with someone trying to talk to her about consent. “Do anything! I don’t care! … just make the pain stop!” “Do you have an emerge--” “Sam, I live with Sam. And Eliot… and… ” And then she was out again. Selina was not a stranger to this kind of pain. In fact, she could remember the dreams that came with memory updates, one from last year that was flashing in her mind again, when she’d turned away from Bruce and came face to face with Jerome Velaska who hadn’t hesitated to shove a knife into her belly. Fucking Velaska. Fucking men who thought it was smart to use her to get to the guy they were really trying to hurt. If Gwen was there, she’d say something about writers loving to further man-pain by hurting women or something like that. Also, fucking Maleficient and fucking cursed trolls kidnapping kids and pets. Selina had been in and out of sleep for the past few hours, awake long enough to hear that she’d be fine, and then going back to sleep. And then awake again when someone told her she should start walking as soon as possible after surgery to enable normal bowel function, some shit like that, and she had stayed up long enough to tell them to leave her alone before going back to sleep. Now, at least, she woke on her own without anyone bothering her and without the searing shooting ten-out-of-ten pain. Instead, it was just a dull ache on one side of her stomach, and a sore back from a hard mattress. Goddamn, they had magic at their disposal in this town and nobody thought to magic softer hospital beds? She paused to take in the sounds around her. No blasts or screams or anything from outside, no crowd of people crying for family or screaming in the hallways either, which meant the fighting was likely over and it was the recovery period not just for patients but for everyone in the town. That’s how it was in this town and how it always will be, probably. Shit happened, shit hit the fan, people got hurt or died, and then everything calmed down and people struggled to get back into the routine afterwards. Sometimes it was successful, sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes people struggled for too long afterwards. At least -- Selina thought to herself, half mumbling it aloud as she reached up to rub her eyes -- she hadn’t dreamt of being murdered by zombies in the last two days at all. |