Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 5, 2010 12:38:50 GMT -8
“So you’re awake, Ms. Cunningham, You’ve been out for a couple days…” The doctor said wearily. Bastille felt feverish, and her eyes refused to open more then half the way. Turning, she caught site of hundreds of needles and monitors lining her arms and chest.
“You’re the fourth suicide patient this month…its becoming a trend in this town isn’t it…with proper counseling you should be back on your feet. We had to retrieve your medical information from the British Embassy but it seems you’ll be fine by the time that information arrives.” He was rambling…Bastille wasn’t even listen.
So she had tried to commit suicide, what the fuck was wrong with her? Something was off. Her mind was off…could that guy? Her eyes rolled to the side at the site of movement. There was her pet ferret Tut, curled up at her leg. Closing her eyes the doctor sighed, she was trying to go back to sleep and so that meant the doctor would probably have to repeat all that information over again. As soon as he was gone however, Bastille sat up in her bed and stared at the opposite wall…
“Well that was one way to conjure up a party, eh….Tut.” She said petting the animals head lightly. It awoke and quickly jumped on her lap once it was determined it was ok. The little animal nuzzled her and feverishly moved and curled, needing at her fabric. Using two fingers, she ran a comforting motion down the little animals back. Tut had been worried. Bastille sighed.
“I’m worried too…this means that mummy of a jack ass has hacked the chip in my brain…” Tut looked up as if raising a brow.
“No…he cant read it, only Trisha and myself can…but I think I know how it is Trisha ended up burning herself to death…he will realize soon enough that any info he got is unreadable…for that my friend,” Bastille said petting Tut back to sleep.
“can only be done by a woman…a witch.” Bastille said and sighed looking around the room. She could barely move but it was alright she would was willing to sit until she was fully able to flee this place. Her hair was tied in the back and she was wearing a full body hospital gown as well as a blanket around her shoulders. She knew Homi would not come to see her yet, not until she was sure they could talk without Homi punching Bastille to death, and Aiden probably had no clue why Bastille was in the hospital.
Bastille closed her own eyes, and tried to recall what had happened. Did she really want to contact Gabriel and Emily? Apologize to them for her actions? Nawww…..
“You’re the fourth suicide patient this month…its becoming a trend in this town isn’t it…with proper counseling you should be back on your feet. We had to retrieve your medical information from the British Embassy but it seems you’ll be fine by the time that information arrives.” He was rambling…Bastille wasn’t even listen.
So she had tried to commit suicide, what the fuck was wrong with her? Something was off. Her mind was off…could that guy? Her eyes rolled to the side at the site of movement. There was her pet ferret Tut, curled up at her leg. Closing her eyes the doctor sighed, she was trying to go back to sleep and so that meant the doctor would probably have to repeat all that information over again. As soon as he was gone however, Bastille sat up in her bed and stared at the opposite wall…
“Well that was one way to conjure up a party, eh….Tut.” She said petting the animals head lightly. It awoke and quickly jumped on her lap once it was determined it was ok. The little animal nuzzled her and feverishly moved and curled, needing at her fabric. Using two fingers, she ran a comforting motion down the little animals back. Tut had been worried. Bastille sighed.
“I’m worried too…this means that mummy of a jack ass has hacked the chip in my brain…” Tut looked up as if raising a brow.
“No…he cant read it, only Trisha and myself can…but I think I know how it is Trisha ended up burning herself to death…he will realize soon enough that any info he got is unreadable…for that my friend,” Bastille said petting Tut back to sleep.
“can only be done by a woman…a witch.” Bastille said and sighed looking around the room. She could barely move but it was alright she would was willing to sit until she was fully able to flee this place. Her hair was tied in the back and she was wearing a full body hospital gown as well as a blanket around her shoulders. She knew Homi would not come to see her yet, not until she was sure they could talk without Homi punching Bastille to death, and Aiden probably had no clue why Bastille was in the hospital.
Bastille closed her own eyes, and tried to recall what had happened. Did she really want to contact Gabriel and Emily? Apologize to them for her actions? Nawww…..
