Apr 25, 2019 10:14:18 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2019 10:14:18 GMT
my name is human
Mask: N/A
570w
Over a week since the attack. It was what... ten days ago? Maybe eleven? Didn't matter. It still felt like yesterday. She'd been in dangerous situations before. Falling buildings, falling from buildings, wrecks, got shot, chases. Nothing like this, no, this was different. This wasn't against her and it hadn't just been her defending herself. Other people, innocent everyday people had gotten caught in the middle of all of the violence without any real apparent reason. People she cared about. Anna, though she was surely as indestructible as they came, Jack as much as she hated to admit it, and Ash. She wasn't just 'famous singer' anymore. She was the most decent actual friend she'd had in a long time for any real stretch. There was nothing she wanted from Cory; not weed, not a place to crash, not a getaway bike or some spectacle to show off. They just liked hanging out, each other's company. It'd been so many years of kidding herself that she was happy she'd forgotten how valuable that actually was, what it felt like.
When it was all over, all the fire and all the fighting, she hadn't seen her to make sure she was okay. Thank God for having a nurse for a mother. Cory came to in the ambulance when they were lifting her in, face pressed into the crinkly sheet from lying on her stomach along the stretcher, and she demanded her right of choice for medical facility. They strongly urged against the longer trip to a further hospital, but 'my mother's a nurse there' was all they needed to agree. That, and her mother and Uncle Brad would keep her unusually astounding vitals under wraps. One worried-to-death mother, twenty-six glass shard removals, a ton of stitches, a couple staples, a CT scan for a concussion, and nine days of lying on her stomach later, the protective Hannah Wilde had finally let her out.
Anna was fine - just weird and glowy for a while - and so was Jack, but her mother's news and knowledge of Ashley's condition and minor updates in another hospital wasn't cutting it anymore. That's how she found herself on the fourth floor's waiting room just biding her time for an opportunity. Couldn't be too careful... a secret was out now. It was best to visit on the down-low until feeling the aftermath out. Finally, she caught her father (thank you apartment photos) leaving with keys and the intent to probably pick up something (food, clothes, who knew), and slid through the open locking doors before they shut with her hoodie covering her head. 404 empty, 406 empty, 408- Chase!
Cory set her hand to the door, opening it slightly. Whoever else was in the dark room, probably her mother, was lying on the couch to the side and covered with a blanket. Asleep. She stepped in without a sound and into the small symphony of beeps and chimes. Man she was sick of sounds like this... Finally she came to her friend's side and tried leaning to see if she was awake, facing the other way, but had little success. A deep frown pulled on her expression when she looked down to see the heavy casts on not one, but both hands. Wrists. Forearms. Geez... She'd been told, but it was still hard to see. Reaching out, she poked her friend's shoulder gently with her index and middle finger. "Hey... Ash. Hey."
When it was all over, all the fire and all the fighting, she hadn't seen her to make sure she was okay. Thank God for having a nurse for a mother. Cory came to in the ambulance when they were lifting her in, face pressed into the crinkly sheet from lying on her stomach along the stretcher, and she demanded her right of choice for medical facility. They strongly urged against the longer trip to a further hospital, but 'my mother's a nurse there' was all they needed to agree. That, and her mother and Uncle Brad would keep her unusually astounding vitals under wraps. One worried-to-death mother, twenty-six glass shard removals, a ton of stitches, a couple staples, a CT scan for a concussion, and nine days of lying on her stomach later, the protective Hannah Wilde had finally let her out.
Anna was fine - just weird and glowy for a while - and so was Jack, but her mother's news and knowledge of Ashley's condition and minor updates in another hospital wasn't cutting it anymore. That's how she found herself on the fourth floor's waiting room just biding her time for an opportunity. Couldn't be too careful... a secret was out now. It was best to visit on the down-low until feeling the aftermath out. Finally, she caught her father (thank you apartment photos) leaving with keys and the intent to probably pick up something (food, clothes, who knew), and slid through the open locking doors before they shut with her hoodie covering her head. 404 empty, 406 empty, 408- Chase!
Cory set her hand to the door, opening it slightly. Whoever else was in the dark room, probably her mother, was lying on the couch to the side and covered with a blanket. Asleep. She stepped in without a sound and into the small symphony of beeps and chimes. Man she was sick of sounds like this... Finally she came to her friend's side and tried leaning to see if she was awake, facing the other way, but had little success. A deep frown pulled on her expression when she looked down to see the heavy casts on not one, but both hands. Wrists. Forearms. Geez... She'd been told, but it was still hard to see. Reaching out, she poked her friend's shoulder gently with her index and middle finger. "Hey... Ash. Hey."
Ashley McKenna-Chase
Breaking and entering. ...for a good cause?
Breaking and entering. ...for a good cause?
