Flight with dl_greenarrow and chloeas
'Flight 646 to Chicago has been delayed due to weather conditions, please observe the monitor at the Gate for information on the length of the delay.'
Mia sighed and checked her tickets. She probably should have chosen someplace else to run to, but the Chicago flight had been cheap and was flying out that night. Or it was supposed to be, but a freak storm was hindering her progress. She shifted her duffel bag on her shoulder and looked around for a soda machine or something to sip at ease the sick feeling in her stomach she'd had ever since she came out of the Doctor's office that afternoon.
The clinic doctor had been really nice and professional. She'd joked around with Mia about being a vampire when she had to take blood, and didn't bat an eye when Mia explained the lack of previous medical history. And then the results came back and she'd calmly explained what it meant and what medication she was going to need, and how to keep her T-cell count up.
Mia decided she hated her on the spot.
And now here she was at Star City airport with a bag full of clothes and a toothbrush. She couldn't take her bow with her on the flight, so she'd reluctantly left it at the mansion, along with a note that didn't explain much of anything, mostly because Mia didn't know how to explain any of it. She just knew that she felt like she was suffocating and she needed to get far enough away to breathe and think about what to do.
Mia sighed and checked her tickets. She probably should have chosen someplace else to run to, but the Chicago flight had been cheap and was flying out that night. Or it was supposed to be, but a freak storm was hindering her progress. She shifted her duffel bag on her shoulder and looked around for a soda machine or something to sip at ease the sick feeling in her stomach she'd had ever since she came out of the Doctor's office that afternoon.
The clinic doctor had been really nice and professional. She'd joked around with Mia about being a vampire when she had to take blood, and didn't bat an eye when Mia explained the lack of previous medical history. And then the results came back and she'd calmly explained what it meant and what medication she was going to need, and how to keep her T-cell count up.
Mia decided she hated her on the spot.
And now here she was at Star City airport with a bag full of clothes and a toothbrush. She couldn't take her bow with her on the flight, so she'd reluctantly left it at the mansion, along with a note that didn't explain much of anything, mostly because Mia didn't know how to explain any of it. She just knew that she felt like she was suffocating and she needed to get far enough away to breathe and think about what to do.