Kate Valentine (hausofvalentine) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-08-24 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 046, kate, owen |
Who: Kate and open!
When: Around 4pm
Where: Her doorway, 3rd floor
What: Caltrops
After seeing Cecilia for help with her ankle, Kate had been torn - she was angry at what had happened, and scared, and in pain, and trying desperately not to feel or show any of it - but she hadn't been able to bring herself to go anywhere alone until she felt more settled. She'd stopped to make a quick note on the journals to Owen, Oliver, and Cecilia; after that, trying to get accustomed to the particular sort of gait required to be effective on crutches, had stopped by the kitchen where Jack had been busy turning raw ingredients into vegan foods that housemates would actually recognize. She felt bad they hadn't made it all the way in to town to check on the grocery store, but Edwin's note had cleared up that mystery. More or less.
All the same, she'd volunteered for something she could do while sitting down, eating lunch while shredding coconut for Jack. It had been a nice choice, a sturdy food item on which she'd been able to burn some frustration, but the urge to be alone where she could worry without someone seeing her do it had nagged until she'd left in search of solitude. She'd gone to the study, where she could find a quiet, soft spot to sit and read and occasionally check the network for replies.
After a while, the throbbing in her ankle had her up and moving again. It was better for her anyway; she already knew she was going to wake up stiff and sore, but maybe a hot bath would help stave off some of it. With that in mind, Kate made her way slowly upstairs. There wasn't really a good way to go about it - hopping was energy intensive and jarred her foot, but managing the crutches up the stairs had nearly tipped her over backwards in a way she didn't want to repeat. She gave up after that and just turned around to scoot backwards up the stairs like a toddler, dragging the crutches with her as she went.
Back on her feet (well, foot) on the third floor, she headed straight for her room, her thoughts only on a nice, long soak with a brief congratulatory thought that she was getting the hang of crutching around pretty quickly. She pushed open her door and swung in, only to feel a moment of resistance under her heel and the arch of her foot that gave way after a second with hot, shivery spikes of pain as her foot slid down onto the caltrops. Kate made a high, breathy sort of shriek, a sort of yelp on an indrawn gasp before her breath caught. Her other foot came down to balance out of instinct, but hurt too much to support her weight for more than a second and she fell, for the second time that day.
She pushed herself upright, still seated, and twisted to look at her foot. "Jesus Christ," she gritted from between clenched teeth, the pain seeming to worsen as soon as she looked at it. Her whole body was tense, clenched tight in an effort not to scream; there were two sunk partway into her heel and a third that had gone in almost all the way to the join. She knew they had to come out, but for a moment all she could do was stare and wonder how she was going to get to the bathroom for a towel to catch the bleeding.