So, she had her instructions. Come back every day for 3 days, and then every other day in order to get holes in her legs cleaned, drink plenty of fluids, and rest.
She had crutches, she had... pretty much everything. She'd gotten a skirt and a tank top from the stack of clothes someone'd put in the infirmary so that the injured wouldn't have to go down the stairs, and sadly put aside her combat boots. She thought they could eventually be made into shoes, but they weren't terribly good combat boots with the tops cut to ribbons.
She'd slipped out in the middle of the whirlwind of other people and things, armed with her tylenol (she supposed it was better then nothing even though the only way that she wasn't currently crying was because she was telling herself that it didn't hurt.)
It only worked for a while, that.
Just long enough, in fact, to get to the treehouse, and gingerly sit on the couch on the first floor, not even thinking about stairs. She was as white as a sheet at the moment, and every time she took a breath, it hurt.
.... This... pretty much sucked. Maybe it was a good thing after all that the Doctor hadn't taken her to see the dinosaurs.
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03-20-07.