@fuckcipher
It was well past one in the afternoon and Rosa still couldn’t wake up.
The night before had been a bit harrowing since her bad back had decided to give her more trouble than usual, and she’d spared no expense in time and energy trying to stave off her discomfort. Perhaps that was a light term for it but anything more dire than that would make the event sound too dramatic in her opinion. Thankfully it had eased up by morning, but now she was paying her dues in a different manner entirely.
Rosa had managed to make it to the city’s surface level even if the journey up was one long miserable blur, and by some stroke of something (fate was too stupid a word) she’d come across a public fountain. Nothing grandiose, but it seemed well kept enough that there wouldn’t be anything questionable in the water. Probably.
Good enough for her. In one last half baked attempt to wake her ass up, Rosa proceeded to dunk her entire head in the fountain up to the nape of her neck.
She stayed submerged for a good few seconds too, letting the cold shock to her system sink in. It seemed to do the trick, at least for the time being, and she finally pulled back to gasp for air and shake the water out her ears and messy mane of hair– only to realize too late that someone was bound to get caught in the violent splashback.
“–oh.” Whoops.
