Scarlett, JP; | Hellscape
It had been a few days since Scarlett last spoke to JP, more so on seeing him in person. Thea had ended up taking him to the hospital, and the idea of going into it was enough to give her mild goosebumps. She knew she’d have to visit eventually--if she wanted to be a good girlfriend--and there was no time better than the present.
Getting from the entrance to his door was a harrowing event. She grumbled her words out to nurses, staff, anyone who could lead her to where she needed to be. She had never actually navigated a hospital building by herself, and she was normally with her father or was the one admitted. None of it seemed to really be different from her hospitals, they were all the same more or less. Cold, clinical, just the way she behaved, personified into a building. She elected to ignore that fact. At least there were less crayon drawings.
A soft knock sounded on the outside of the door from her own fist, tentatively pushing it open in the process. “Hey...” She muttered, face looking rather drained; exhausted. She made attempts at keeping her composure, but this god damn hellish building had a way of tearing that to pieces.
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