The day had drug on following the morning with Celty doing only as much as she was able. By Lunch she'd at least been able to breathe properly again, and somewhat recognize food that had still been more blur than sustenance. For that reason she'd only eaten a little. Or mostly for that reason - the other was because the blurry light brown strip had not tasted all that great. Hopefully the Dullahan would be more coherent the next time she was facing the same kind of food so that she could put a non-blurred image with the list of "things not to eat again".
Not that she'd started an actual list like that. Who could have with a journal soaked through in orange juice?
The last shift was, thankfully, outside in weather that Celty felt refreshed stepping into. A cool breeze was just what she'd needed, but when the nurse was suddenly nudging her into lining up alongside fellow patients Celty could not help but wonder what was going on. After hearing a few names called, she understood that it was a roll call and waited patiently to hear her name. If they wanted to know everyone was there, then that was fine.
As she waited, Celty noticed a lot of the women were taking their time in answering to names called, so when the name "Kerrigan, Fiona!" was shouted, she was not surprised that no one answered immediately. Again the name went called without a response and Celty hoped the person not answering wouldn't get in too much trouble. Her head turned to look down the line, the Dullahan curious, before someone began shouting in her ear about, "Answer when you're called, woman! I don't have time for you to be daydreaming!"
Hands clasped over her ears before Celty looked to see the soldier glaring down on her. Panicking, she looked both ways down the line before blinking and pointing a finger at herself.
"Kerrigan, Fiona!"
Celty started and held her hands up before her, shaking them fiercely. She wasn't that person! Why was he getting so mad at her?!
"She's here, sir," a nurse suddenly intervened, setting a hand to Celty's shoulder from behind, "This woman has difficulty speaking, and her writing journal did not survive the morning. Now just give a nod, dear," she told Celty in hopes of avoiding problems with these men.
Though she was still confused, Celty didn't protest the request and gave a slow nod at the soldier who only snorted at her. When he moved on to the next name, Celty sighed hard out of relief. As many thugs she'd tracked down on Izaya's errands, she should have been more used to misunderstandings, but something about this place made her feel more powerless than her usual self. It was frustrating, and a little bit scary.
"Honestly..." the nurse sighed, then started directing her patient to the field, "Now, Ms. Kerrigan, why don't you try to make some friends here while I look into getting you a new journal? That young lady over there looks like she could use some company."
Socializing was the last thing on Celty's mind that moment, but since the nurse had saved her from that man's shouting, Celty felt somehow obligated to at least try to do as suggested. Because of that, she found herself wondering over towards the girl sitting alone beneath a tree. Maybe, like the girl from breakfast, they would be an understanding without too many words.
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The day had drug on following the morning with Celty doing only as much as she was able. By Lunch she'd at least been able to breathe properly again, and somewhat recognize food that had still been more blur than sustenance. For that reason she'd only eaten a little. Or mostly for that reason - the other was because the blurry light brown strip had not tasted all that great. Hopefully the Dullahan would be more coherent the next time she was facing the same kind of food so that she could put a non-blurred image with the list of "things not to eat again".
Not that she'd started an actual list like that. Who could have with a journal soaked through in orange juice?
The last shift was, thankfully, outside in weather that Celty felt refreshed stepping into. A cool breeze was just what she'd needed, but when the nurse was suddenly nudging her into lining up alongside fellow patients Celty could not help but wonder what was going on. After hearing a few names called, she understood that it was a roll call and waited patiently to hear her name. If they wanted to know everyone was there, then that was fine.
As she waited, Celty noticed a lot of the women were taking their time in answering to names called, so when the name "Kerrigan, Fiona!" was shouted, she was not surprised that no one answered immediately. Again the name went called without a response and Celty hoped the person not answering wouldn't get in too much trouble. Her head turned to look down the line, the Dullahan curious, before someone began shouting in her ear about, "Answer when you're called, woman! I don't have time for you to be daydreaming!"
Hands clasped over her ears before Celty looked to see the soldier glaring down on her. Panicking, she looked both ways down the line before blinking and pointing a finger at herself.
"Kerrigan, Fiona!"
Celty started and held her hands up before her, shaking them fiercely. She wasn't that person! Why was he getting so mad at her?!
"She's here, sir," a nurse suddenly intervened, setting a hand to Celty's shoulder from behind, "This woman has difficulty speaking, and her writing journal did not survive the morning. Now just give a nod, dear," she told Celty in hopes of avoiding problems with these men.
Though she was still confused, Celty didn't protest the request and gave a slow nod at the soldier who only snorted at her. When he moved on to the next name, Celty sighed hard out of relief. As many thugs she'd tracked down on Izaya's errands, she should have been more used to misunderstandings, but something about this place made her feel more powerless than her usual self. It was frustrating, and a little bit scary.
"Honestly..." the nurse sighed, then started directing her patient to the field, "Now, Ms. Kerrigan, why don't you try to make some friends here while I look into getting you a new journal? That young lady over there looks like she could use some company."
Socializing was the last thing on Celty's mind that moment, but since the nurse had saved her from that man's shouting, Celty felt somehow obligated to at least try to do as suggested. Because of that, she found herself wondering over towards the girl sitting alone beneath a tree. Maybe, like the girl from breakfast, they would be an understanding without too many words.