not okay Who: Cecilia and open! (multiples okay!) When: About 10:45 in the morning and on Where: Hospital level B2, hallway
For the longest time Cecilia had lain on that exam table, feeling incapable of doing much of anything. She had pulled the hospital gown over her body, and perhaps drifted in and out of consciousness or coherency. Once it was over the wave of relief had won out, and it was hard to say how long she'd stayed there. She had refused to get on the table, and she had most certainly paid for it.
At least now she knew why the back of her neck was so tender.
Everything hurt. Hell, her brain hurt, if she stopped to think about what the hell had just happened. After what felt like hours but had only been a few minutes, Cecilia managed to dress herself with clumsy fingers. Her whole body tingled; she felt as though she had touched an electric fence. In time, she managed to climb off of the table, and headed slowly out of the exam room and into the hallway. Cecilia headed for the elevator, but never bothered pushing the button. She headed for the corner and leaned back against the wall, sliding back until her butt touched the floor. She took a deep breath. She wasn't going anywhere. If anyone needed her, needed help, she needed to be there to offer it to them.
Everyone deserved to see someone who actually gave a shit after that.