Post by Crymson on Dec 19, 2008 2:59:26 GMT -5
The past few days have been a blur to the unfortunate Tennessee woman. Her leg had been impaled by an object she wasn't even sure of where it originated. She'd wrecked her prized Camarro. She had to kill to survive, kill the undead. And now, she was just returning to consciousness to her blood-drained body after three days of fighting.
Three days of answering questions the precious few moments she was conscious. Trying NOT to paint the picture that she'd been involved in a life and death brawl with someone who relished in the thought of hurting her. Someone who welcomed the ending she received... and hell, hopefully hasn't been discovered yet.
"mmm...Mm.MM....." she moaned, waking up from her latest, lengthy slumber. The accident had taken a number on her. "So... how bad is it...?" she may have just asked this question for the umpteenth time. Her hand snaked its way down to her thigh where the puncture had first happened...
"Uhm... Miss Arlett? Its... already healed..." the nurse had stammered, unable to leave in the awe of the "miracle" before her as Claire slept. She'd never seen such a thing outside of a movie theater. "... We... didn't even have to stitch it..."
"Then why am I still here?" Claire asked, seemingly annoyed. It didn't matter she'd been fading in and out of consciousness for the past few days. As she sat up, she realized why, as dizziness overcame her. She slumped back down, before wincing at the pain in her ribs. "Never mind..."
She'd come to discover her ribs had been broken again, even if not sharded like her previous problem back in Ohio, when someone saw fit to blow her up. Of that, she was fortunate. They said it'd be two months before it was fully healed, yet they needed to change the word "month" to "weeks" in Claire's case. Something she should thank Cadavre's "Lord" for.
It didn't take long before the nurse left her in her exclusive room, to her own vises. Meaning, the television that had jack-shit on it. She sighed, tossing the remote down after finding nothing remotely entertaining, yet the least of all of the evils to protrude from TV land. This couple of weeks was going to be a long time...
Three days of answering questions the precious few moments she was conscious. Trying NOT to paint the picture that she'd been involved in a life and death brawl with someone who relished in the thought of hurting her. Someone who welcomed the ending she received... and hell, hopefully hasn't been discovered yet.
"mmm...Mm.MM....." she moaned, waking up from her latest, lengthy slumber. The accident had taken a number on her. "So... how bad is it...?" she may have just asked this question for the umpteenth time. Her hand snaked its way down to her thigh where the puncture had first happened...
"Uhm... Miss Arlett? Its... already healed..." the nurse had stammered, unable to leave in the awe of the "miracle" before her as Claire slept. She'd never seen such a thing outside of a movie theater. "... We... didn't even have to stitch it..."
"Then why am I still here?" Claire asked, seemingly annoyed. It didn't matter she'd been fading in and out of consciousness for the past few days. As she sat up, she realized why, as dizziness overcame her. She slumped back down, before wincing at the pain in her ribs. "Never mind..."
She'd come to discover her ribs had been broken again, even if not sharded like her previous problem back in Ohio, when someone saw fit to blow her up. Of that, she was fortunate. They said it'd be two months before it was fully healed, yet they needed to change the word "month" to "weeks" in Claire's case. Something she should thank Cadavre's "Lord" for.
It didn't take long before the nurse left her in her exclusive room, to her own vises. Meaning, the television that had jack-shit on it. She sighed, tossing the remote down after finding nothing remotely entertaining, yet the least of all of the evils to protrude from TV land. This couple of weeks was going to be a long time...