mojave (ex_mojave978) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-01-25 10:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastian, gabby |
Saturday, 9/24
Who: Gabby and Dr. Skyler
Where: The infirmary
When: Saturday afternoon
Why: Gabby is an idiot who can't sit still.
Gabby really had been trying to follow the rules laid out by the nurse in the infirmary. She really, really was. The biggie was stay still unless she absolutely had to move around. Well, that just wasn't going to work out with a girl like Ms. Marshall. There was a school to explore, a computer lab to trek to, and a lot of things that just didn't mesh well with staying in bed.
Saturday afternoon came around, and it seemed like as good a time as any for an experiment. Gabby was in her room, about to head down to the computer lab again, when she decided that she'd try to walk without the aid of the irritating crutch. Setting it aside, she slowly shifted her weight to her bad leg. It hurt, but not too awfully. Then she took one step. All was well. Another. No problem. Maybe she didn't need the crutch after all.
And then the third step. It felt like a muscle in her leg literally twisted. Not like a cramp, but something far worse. She let out a hiss from the pain and reeled forward, trying to catch herself on the bed. She missed and fell to her knees, which drew a cry from her lips. The stitches on the wound in her thigh had quite literally torn out, and blood was seeping through the bandage at an alarming rate. On top of that, she'd tried to break her fall with her arms, which had caused her to strain her wounded left shoulder. She felt a sharp pain and then warmth. It was bleeding as well.
"Shit," she muttered, staying on the ground for a moment before pulling herself up on the bed, grabbing the crutch. She needed to go to the infirmary again. Having been lounging in her room for most of the morning, she was wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt with sneakers. It was a fairly usual uniform for her. The walk to the infirmary was a freaking long one. When she finally did get there, the bandage on her leg was literally soaked through, and thin rivulets of blood were trailing down over her knee and down her calf.
"Hello?" she called, no panic at all in her voice. If anyone looked at her, they'd think she was seeking care for a paper cut. "Is anyone in here?"