-8.9 ml- [Voice]

[pilot_princess]

I HATE IT HERE!

[She grunts in frustration and the bed creeks loudly. Gulliver squeaks in what sounds like fear, but she ignores him, and something hard and wooden smashes against a wall. (Goodbye, chair; she kicked it with her good leg.)]

No. MORE!

Dominic's busy and I hate this stupid hospital and my headaches came back and I want to go home. NOW!

[She breathes heavily for a moment, then the communicator collides with the floor. There's a bit of odd, struggling sounds, and a loud thud.]

Shit, shit, shiiiit. This is hard.

Comments

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

Hey... I know it must suck to be stuck in hospital, but I bet you've got friends who'd worry if you left too early, right?

Sometimes you can feel fine, even if you're not.

[pilot_princess]

Yeah... I guess. But it's not like I can't rest at home.

And my friends can always visit me there too. It's not like I can go back downstairs easily once I go up.

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

It might make you angry, but getting angry won't help in the end. I can't really relate, but try to hold up, okay?

[pilot_princess]

I guess, but I was trying to get one of them to help me home.

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

Do you know how much longer they want to keep you there?

[pilot_princess]

I wish.

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

They aren't telling you?

[pilot_princess]

I don't even know if they know. But nobody's told me... so I'm stuck until either they can tell me, or I can sneak out.

[notquitehulk.livejournal.com]

Maybe going home would do you good, in that case, just... don't rush into doing anything, try asking or something before trying to sneak out?

You live at Horton, though, right?

[pilot_princess]

That's what I'm trying! But nobody wants to help me...

Yeah. Third floor, right across the hall from the guy who owns it.