Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 28, 2013 23:51:32 GMT -8
---- next morning.
Bastille woke up many times in the night, feeling feverish and hazy from the entire experience. She remembered the pain at times, and memories seemed to flow like dreams- recent and old. The doctor came in twice to check on her, once quickly leaving to fetch water and force it down Bastilles throat- Bastille not feeling very happy with her either. But the sun rose and Bastille was feeling less -....hazy. Instead she just felt tired and achey- like waking up from having the flu all night, cept a bit more sore where her stomach was concerned. Dr. Tessa had taken a two hour nap, then had promptly returned to barking at the assigned nurses. She'd take a thorough nights sleep when Bastille was walking again. On that note, she'd come early in the morning to check on Bastille for a third time- finding her awake and sitting up.
"How are you feeling ms. mom" Tessa teased.
"Like I got blown up again- " She said tiredly. " I cant sleep....I want to, but I cant."
Bastille said it like a bored statement, as if it didnt matter. Tessa sighed and checked her temperature.
"You have a slight fever, but... thats normal. We'll need to clean your wounds again to make sure it doesn't get any higher and keep you in bed. I'll bring you a spot of breakfast- nothing too much, but you should eat it."
"Right, right..." Bastille nodded weakly and rolled her eyes. She rested her head back against the pillow and strained to remember the night before. It all seemed like a stressful blur.
Bastille woke up many times in the night, feeling feverish and hazy from the entire experience. She remembered the pain at times, and memories seemed to flow like dreams- recent and old. The doctor came in twice to check on her, once quickly leaving to fetch water and force it down Bastilles throat- Bastille not feeling very happy with her either. But the sun rose and Bastille was feeling less -....hazy. Instead she just felt tired and achey- like waking up from having the flu all night, cept a bit more sore where her stomach was concerned. Dr. Tessa had taken a two hour nap, then had promptly returned to barking at the assigned nurses. She'd take a thorough nights sleep when Bastille was walking again. On that note, she'd come early in the morning to check on Bastille for a third time- finding her awake and sitting up.
"How are you feeling ms. mom" Tessa teased.
"Like I got blown up again- " She said tiredly. " I cant sleep....I want to, but I cant."
Bastille said it like a bored statement, as if it didnt matter. Tessa sighed and checked her temperature.
"You have a slight fever, but... thats normal. We'll need to clean your wounds again to make sure it doesn't get any higher and keep you in bed. I'll bring you a spot of breakfast- nothing too much, but you should eat it."
"Right, right..." Bastille nodded weakly and rolled her eyes. She rested her head back against the pillow and strained to remember the night before. It all seemed like a stressful blur.
