( The weirdest thing about hell, sometimes, is how normal it looks. This place? This is no exception. It's just a bog standard clinic with a bog standard medical professional (wings aside, and Kate does blink at them at least once, but it's starting to sink in that shit like that is probably more normal here than looking completely human), so normal you could mistake it for a place from home.
Of course, the bloom of pain at her side is a pretty damn good reminder that none of this is normal. Or even close to it.
Kate's decided that typing on her phone jostles stuff less than all the movement associated with talking, so there's a quick moment's silence as she hammers out a message before showing it to the woman in charge; )
what he said got hit with a bat
( She'll leave the cursing his fluffy birdbrained head part of it until she's been treated. Or mostly treated. Instead quickly adding another sentence to her message; )
do i have to rest this shit off?
( Please say no. The thought of being stuck in her shitty starter flat, unable to do anything, sounds worse than the pain. )
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Of course, the bloom of pain at her side is a pretty damn good reminder that none of this is normal. Or even close to it.
Kate's decided that typing on her phone jostles stuff less than all the movement associated with talking, so there's a quick moment's silence as she hammers out a message before showing it to the woman in charge; )
what he said
got hit with a bat
( She'll leave the cursing his fluffy birdbrained head part of it until she's been treated. Or mostly treated. Instead quickly adding another sentence to her message; )
do i have to rest this shit off?
( Please say no. The thought of being stuck in her shitty starter flat, unable to do anything, sounds worse than the pain. )