Last night ... how had last night ended? Honestly, she couldn't remember. Everything seemed hazy; was it the pain? There had been no pain last night. What had happened? How had that happened? She didn't know if she wanted to find out. Through the food? Through something that had been slipped into the air? No clue. No clue at all.
Holy shit, ow.
Bella moaned as she carefully pushed herself up in her bed with very unsteady arms, looking down to see the damage -
But she was wearing something else. Something very ... army like.
"What the hell?" she was momentarily distracted from the pain, and instead carefully slid her feet out from under the blankets and to the floor. She was now wearing some kind of dark, tight pants, as well as the blue shirt. When had she been changed? And why into military garb? Looking down at her hands, she couldn't see any skin; bandages everywhere. Feeling through her shirt (after a slow process of reaching up) she touched the bandages that lay underneath. How much of her body was bandaged? She could feel her neck was covered, but she didn't know what else.
Oh, right, my ankle, she thought bitterly, looking down to, indeed, see her ankle bandaged. Upon further inspection, she could feel what appeared to be stitches on her head. At least that cut was small and didn't hurt as much as her arms or neck.
Suddenly, the door was swung open, and Bella couldn't help but jump in surprise as a soldier walked in and stared at her for a moment before telling her to put on her shoes and follow him out the door. He quickly then added (rather curtly, she noted) to tuck in her shirt and grab the hat on her desk.
Augh. I am not a hat person.
After trying her hardest not to limp after the soldier, Bella entered the cafeteria and was instantly told grab something to help clean. After giving the soldier an unamused look (behind his back, of course.) she proceeded to limp to the middle of the room to grab onto a rag and bucket -
And there he was.
Bella instantly felt her stomach drop at the sight of him. Not because she was injured and she knew he was going to be quite angry at her, but because he was injured. His arm in a sling.
Panic took over.
"Oh my god!" she cried, carrying her things over so she could at least clean the floor ... close to where he was. She was afraid to touch him, what with all the soldiers suddenly appearing (so many!), so she simply ... speed limped to his side and proceeded to unceremoniously drop to his feet, making it look like she was very interested in cleaning the ground next to him.
However, the action caused her arms to tighten up in agony. Bella continued "scrubbing" a few seconds later. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
Never mind the fact that she had her own jumble of wounds to worry about. At least her ankle, head, and arms were covered by her clothing. She only wished she had something to cover her neck with.
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Last night ... how had last night ended? Honestly, she couldn't remember. Everything seemed hazy; was it the pain? There had been no pain last night. What had happened? How had that happened? She didn't know if she wanted to find out. Through the food? Through something that had been slipped into the air? No clue. No clue at all.
Holy shit, ow.
Bella moaned as she carefully pushed herself up in her bed with very unsteady arms, looking down to see the damage -
But she was wearing something else. Something very ... army like.
"What the hell?" she was momentarily distracted from the pain, and instead carefully slid her feet out from under the blankets and to the floor. She was now wearing some kind of dark, tight pants, as well as the blue shirt. When had she been changed? And why into military garb? Looking down at her hands, she couldn't see any skin; bandages everywhere. Feeling through her shirt (after a slow process of reaching up) she touched the bandages that lay underneath. How much of her body was bandaged? She could feel her neck was covered, but she didn't know what else.
Oh, right, my ankle, she thought bitterly, looking down to, indeed, see her ankle bandaged. Upon further inspection, she could feel what appeared to be stitches on her head. At least that cut was small and didn't hurt as much as her arms or neck.
Suddenly, the door was swung open, and Bella couldn't help but jump in surprise as a soldier walked in and stared at her for a moment before telling her to put on her shoes and follow him out the door. He quickly then added (rather curtly, she noted) to tuck in her shirt and grab the hat on her desk.
Augh. I am not a hat person.
After trying her hardest not to limp after the soldier, Bella entered the cafeteria and was instantly told grab something to help clean. After giving the soldier an unamused look (behind his back, of course.) she proceeded to limp to the middle of the room to grab onto a rag and bucket -
And there he was.
Bella instantly felt her stomach drop at the sight of him. Not because she was injured and she knew he was going to be quite angry at her, but because he was injured. His arm in a sling.
Panic took over.
"Oh my god!" she cried, carrying her things over so she could at least clean the floor ... close to where he was. She was afraid to touch him, what with all the soldiers suddenly appearing (so many!), so she simply ... speed limped to his side and proceeded to unceremoniously drop to his feet, making it look like she was very interested in cleaning the ground next to him.
However, the action caused her arms to tighten up in agony. Bella continued "scrubbing" a few seconds later. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
Never mind the fact that she had her own jumble of wounds to worry about. At least her ankle, head, and arms were covered by her clothing. She only wished she had something to cover her neck with.