[for Wanda]
May. 25th, 2013 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So there's this crazy underwater city that's been, like, actively homicidal lately. And you think to yourself: you'd have to be well and truly insane to go down there without any superpowers or offensive weapons, and expect to come out unscathed.
Which is why I didn't expect to come out unscathed. Sure, I took precautions: webbing, the Vespa suit worn under my street clothes to preserve what's left of my secret identity, the RETs I've been field-testing… But precaution's only gonna get you so far, and while the Vespa suit's designed to take a beating, it's not Splicer-proof.
So I'm tired. I'm smelly. I ache all over and I've got a gash on my shoulder that just keeps bleeding. I manage a quick change of clothes when I get home, but my attempts at stitches don't get very far before I come to the conclusion that I really ought to see a doctor. Cleaning the area as much as I can, I wad up a shirt and use it to put pressure on the wound before I head out towards the Clinic, a little lightheaded by the time I get inside.
"Wonderful Wanda!" I greet, glad to see someone I know as I plant myself on a bed. "Have I got a patient for you."
Which is why I didn't expect to come out unscathed. Sure, I took precautions: webbing, the Vespa suit worn under my street clothes to preserve what's left of my secret identity, the RETs I've been field-testing… But precaution's only gonna get you so far, and while the Vespa suit's designed to take a beating, it's not Splicer-proof.
So I'm tired. I'm smelly. I ache all over and I've got a gash on my shoulder that just keeps bleeding. I manage a quick change of clothes when I get home, but my attempts at stitches don't get very far before I come to the conclusion that I really ought to see a doctor. Cleaning the area as much as I can, I wad up a shirt and use it to put pressure on the wound before I head out towards the Clinic, a little lightheaded by the time I get inside.
"Wonderful Wanda!" I greet, glad to see someone I know as I plant myself on a bed. "Have I got a patient for you."
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Date: 2013-05-27 02:36 am (UTC)Did that make her a bad friend? That probably made her a bad friend. Either way.
"Someone's been getting friendly with the underground natives, I'm guessing?"
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Date: 2013-05-31 02:38 am (UTC)"Oh, sure, I'm the problem," I say with a roll of my eyes. I look at her a second, curious. She seems… Off.
"You've been busy today?"
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Date: 2013-06-02 06:31 pm (UTC)Well. That's not worrying at all. Sitting up a little straighter, I ask, "Is, uh, everything okay? You seem a little-- Not you."
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Date: 2013-06-04 04:46 am (UTC)"Throw a guy a bone, here, I've been stabbed. What's up?"
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Date: 2013-06-06 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-07 05:50 pm (UTC)"Ouch, jeez--" I say, throwing Wanda a glare. "Your bedside manner needs some work."
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