eighth new york minute; [backdated to early yesterday]
[Lily's waking up dazed and disoriented in the clinic, because unfortunately this particular head injury is not a package deal with a loss change/trip home/what have you. No, this one is just having a very heavy box dropped on your head by one of your best friends.
She blinks rapidly for a second while she tries to process where she is and why -- jesus, her head hurts -- and then she's sitting up abruptly, groping around for her journal.]
Please be conveniently nearby, please be--
[And it apparently is, since her voice cuts off as she jots down a filter.]
[Barney]
Oh my god-- Barney, sweetie, I am so sorry.
----
[After that, she's just flopping back down on the bed with her journal open on her stomach because... well, it's comfy and her head hurts, okay?]
It figures that this place can't even do high school without making it completely psycho. [a sigh] I was actually kind of enjoying it, too....
Is everyone okay? ... For the most part?
She blinks rapidly for a second while she tries to process where she is and why -- jesus, her head hurts -- and then she's sitting up abruptly, groping around for her journal.]
Please be conveniently nearby, please be--
[And it apparently is, since her voice cuts off as she jots down a filter.]
[Barney]
Oh my god-- Barney, sweetie, I am so sorry.
----
[After that, she's just flopping back down on the bed with her journal open on her stomach because... well, it's comfy and her head hurts, okay?]
It figures that this place can't even do high school without making it completely psycho. [a sigh] I was actually kind of enjoying it, too....
Is everyone okay? ... For the most part?