InsaneJournal

Who: Tinker Bell and OTA (Preferably a medical professional)
What: Finally getting the needed assistance
Where: The Gym
When: Night; sometime after 7:00pm
Rating: TBD
Status: Active


It had been a long, long day for the fairy. While she had been having an adventure, and it was impossible to be lost when one was on an adventure, it was, as she was learning, very possible to feel pain while adventuring. Before yesterday, Tink had never experienced pain. It was a foreign concept to her. Yes, she had died, but poison was relatively painless because it was so fast acting. She had simply informed Peter that she'd saved him and then expired. The pain that she was currently feeling, that of broken ribs, shattered wings, and a set of fractured hips, was completely new and different. It was not quite the adventure that she'd been hoping for.

Pirate Captain Jack had meant well. He had picked her up, given her magic water, and he had insisted upon helping her to a doctor, which was fortunate because there was, frankly, no way that she was going to get there herself. Unable to fly, unable to walk or sit up without assistance, things were looking a little bit bleak. The two of them, though, had been a little bit tipsy, Jack because he was a pirate and Tink because she'd been given rum. While under the influence, she felt no real pain, nothing that was that bad. She wasn't up and dancing, but it hadn't bothered her as much. She'd gone along with him, and together they had...gotten lost. Utterly, utterly lost. They were so misplaced, in fact, that it had taken an entire twenty-four hours to refind themselves.

Breathing was becoming difficult. She had been coughing up blood, and it was starting to look like an unpleasant shade of brown. Her body was bruising, and she still didn't have a whole lot of motion. Fortunately, the pirate had guided her to the gym after their search. She was finally in a place in which she could get some medical attention. Now, if someone would just give her some, she'd be feeling 110% better. Little did she know that, by the end of the evening, she was probably going to have a healthy dose of fear about doctors and hospitals. Things usually got worse before they could get better.