What day was it now? Where was she even at? What is that god forsaken noise?
Fancy pulled her body upwards out of the bed she had been given upon arriving. The day she came here was all a blur, especially considering she showed up with a gunshot wound to her shoulder that left her collapsing on their doorstep.
Two weeks. It had taken her almost two weeks to partly heal and never once had she left the room. Food and other needed necessities had been left at her door until now without the need to socialize with anyone. Yet it seemed whoever it was that resided here and cared for her in her time of need knew she was no longer ill. The room service provided had finally been used up. Now she had to go outside and socialize.
After washing up and tearing off her bandages, she hesitantly opened her room door all the more carefully. Her head peered out to look down both ends of the hallway. It was empty, as if whoever lived here didn’t at all find this noise to be alarming. Trying to be discreet and somehow tiptoe right out of here, Fancy had made it only so far before she could make out the shape of someone coming down the opposite end of the hallway.
With panic on her face, she flung open the first door she could get her hands on and forced her way into it. Her hand came up to grip her beating heart through her chest, not even acknowledging the other soul in the room until her breathing had slowed down. “Do you not hear that?” She asked, trying to remain nonchalant “Because I know I do… also, where exactly am I?”
