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Everything Is NOT Okay [Completed]
Character(s): Tris Chandler
Content: Hokai, Tris just got her ass beat by Larxene. ...So far, she's just sort of laying there. Yeah. D:
Setting: Niflheim! Still.
Time: Later at night.
Warnings: ...Blood. Unhappy Tris.
I don't want to die like this. After the initial panic of Larxene's approach had inspired, Tris had just lain there, trying to catch her wits and gather whatever physical strength she could muster to move. Unfortunately, Tris felt a bit like a noodle and had just about as much power to move. She knit her eyebrows, scowling as something else went wrong in her little world.
Sandry was trying to push her away. Understandable but nonetheless frustrating. Tris held onto the connection with all the strength she could muster. Don’t leave me here like this, Sandry. …Where… where are you, anyway? If Sandry were close by, maybe she could help, or get help.
Of course, if Sandry were nearby, it might attract the Evil Blonde Cockroach again. Tris closed her eyes, clutching at the… thing she had been given. She muttered, breathing heavily as she offered a few choice comments about her situation. This… did not look good.
Content: Hokai, Tris just got her ass beat by Larxene. ...So far, she's just sort of laying there. Yeah. D:
Setting: Niflheim! Still.
Time: Later at night.
Warnings: ...Blood. Unhappy Tris.
I don't want to die like this. After the initial panic of Larxene's approach had inspired, Tris had just lain there, trying to catch her wits and gather whatever physical strength she could muster to move. Unfortunately, Tris felt a bit like a noodle and had just about as much power to move. She knit her eyebrows, scowling as something else went wrong in her little world.
Sandry was trying to push her away. Understandable but nonetheless frustrating. Tris held onto the connection with all the strength she could muster. Don’t leave me here like this, Sandry. …Where… where are you, anyway? If Sandry were close by, maybe she could help, or get help.
Of course, if Sandry were nearby, it might attract the Evil Blonde Cockroach again. Tris closed her eyes, clutching at the… thing she had been given. She muttered, breathing heavily as she offered a few choice comments about her situation. This… did not look good.
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She pushed the hood of her cloak back, listening the the girl's breathing as she looked through her bag, one hand still over Tris's. "Miss, breathe. Relax. If you're this tense, it's going to hurt a lot more than if you calm down."
She smiled, "Are you allergic to anything?" She flipped through a couple small bottles. "Any previous hospital stays?" She frowned; there was no need to ask the first two questions: What happened and what's wrong? It seemed obvious. A lot of physical trauma and at least some traces of psychological trauma. She was more concerned about the fact that the girl couldn't move at the moment, though. Since that might mean she hurt her spine and she should be at the hospital rather than being treated here.
She sighed putting down several bottles and other supplies in her lap, and bending over to hear the girl's response to her questions.
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"Not that I know of," Tris replied to the first question. "And I've been to see healers before, but never for being this beat up..." Tris closed her eyes and sighed.
So this person was a healer? ...Well, wasn't that just her luck? She got beat up, and in a flash, there was a healer.