Apr 11, 2020
“You’re planning something. You’ve got that I’m-planning-something look.”
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“You’re planning something. You’ve got that I’m-planning-something look.”
Eyes downcast, idly tugging at the hems of her sleeves ( an old nervous habit she acquired long ago ), rise and fall of her chest slow yet pronounced. Something’s set her on edge, despite her best attempts to not let it show.
“Thanks for coming today, it really meant a lot.”
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Azalea's eyes fluttered open, the sound of her heart monitor greeting her. She groaned, wanting to roll over and bury her head in the pillows. The gentle tug of the IV in her arm gave her all the warning she needed. She sat up, her head swimming. She felt her face - swollen and two of her back molars were missing. Jas had a good arm on him for sure. She sat crosslegged on the bed. The nurse came in to check on her, making a big deal about how she was awake now. Apparently oxygen deprivation is not something this specific nurse had dealt with yet in her career. "Can you," Azalea interrupted her in a hoarse voice. "I'd love something to drink."