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damned_institute2012-05-30 06:35 pm
overlimit) wrote in damned_institute2012-05-30 06:35 pm
Day 64: Sun Room
This time, when Rita awakened, the drowsiness and disorientation cleared much faster than it had during the night. Being in a familiar room with traces of light helped with that. Instinctively, she tried to pull herself up, but the motion sent a piercing pain through her chest.
"Oh, Paige, let me help you!" a nurse cried from the doorway as she rushed to Rita's side. For once, Rita wasn't about to put up a fight, though she grumbled a bit as she was eased upright and to her feet. Her right arm was in a cast, which was kept immobilized in a sling. Wherever skin was visible, bruising could be found, and a particularly deep shade of blackish-blue could be seen peeking out from the edge of her shirt collar.
As they began to walk to the Sun Room, the nurse continued talking. "I hope you're not too disappointed at missing the field trip. But I have good news for you! The doctors say you'll be good as new in no time, so long as you take care and don't aggravate your injuries." The woman went on to list a number of activities the mage should avoid or ask for help with, as though Rita couldn't figure those things out for herself. Finally, they reached their destination and Rita was left in peace.
First things first: the bulletin. Since it was early in the day, there weren't many messages from patients yet. That was fine; it would mean her own message would be more visible. First, she needed to notify Taura of her situation, and then there were a few magic-related topics she wanted to inquire about...
Rita picked up a pen and a slip of paper, bent over one of the tables near the bulletin, and began to write... but the letters came out jerky and illegible.
"Dammit," she hissed, scrapping the paper and beginning again. Using only her non-dominant hand was more difficult than she imagined. This time, she wrote very slowly, taking care to write each stroke of each letter neatly. The result was still awkward-looking, but at least it was a readable start. She just needed to be patient... though that was a virtue Rita certainly lacked.
[Taura!]
"Oh, Paige, let me help you!" a nurse cried from the doorway as she rushed to Rita's side. For once, Rita wasn't about to put up a fight, though she grumbled a bit as she was eased upright and to her feet. Her right arm was in a cast, which was kept immobilized in a sling. Wherever skin was visible, bruising could be found, and a particularly deep shade of blackish-blue could be seen peeking out from the edge of her shirt collar.
As they began to walk to the Sun Room, the nurse continued talking. "I hope you're not too disappointed at missing the field trip. But I have good news for you! The doctors say you'll be good as new in no time, so long as you take care and don't aggravate your injuries." The woman went on to list a number of activities the mage should avoid or ask for help with, as though Rita couldn't figure those things out for herself. Finally, they reached their destination and Rita was left in peace.
First things first: the bulletin. Since it was early in the day, there weren't many messages from patients yet. That was fine; it would mean her own message would be more visible. First, she needed to notify Taura of her situation, and then there were a few magic-related topics she wanted to inquire about...
Rita picked up a pen and a slip of paper, bent over one of the tables near the bulletin, and began to write... but the letters came out jerky and illegible.
"Dammit," she hissed, scrapping the paper and beginning again. Using only her non-dominant hand was more difficult than she imagined. This time, she wrote very slowly, taking care to write each stroke of each letter neatly. The result was still awkward-looking, but at least it was a readable start. She just needed to be patient... though that was a virtue Rita certainly lacked.
[Taura!]
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Murphy didn't think he could have...could have what? Been magically transported that far? What did he really know about it? He could be on the other side of the country for all he actually knew. All he had were guesses and pretty good ideas, really.
And he was being a pretty big ass, in trying to figure out more. This Harvey guy was trying to help him, and giving him the straightest answers he'd gotten in a long time. And all he could do was bark more questions at him. He didn't want to be one of Those Guys. He'd seen what happens to Those Guys in prison - it wasn't good. And this might have been a hospital, but from what he'd seen so far, it was a prison just the same.
"Shit, I'm sorry. All the questions. But hey man, look...anything I can ever do for you, let me know."
And hey, it was never too early to start trading favors.
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Surprisingly, though, Murphy realized pretty soon after asking that it had been a stupid question to pose, and followed up with an apology. While he didn't need to go that far, some acknowledgment was still appreciated.
"Sure," he said after a pause. "But like I said, there's no real way of knowing where we are. They'll let us outside eventually, and then you can make your own conclusions." As far the offer of help, Harvey kept it in mind, but he doubted that it would ever come up. For the most part, he had things under control here.