Sep. 23rd, 2005

prydeful: (Worn out and through)
She'd ordered Edmund, voice a little stronger than before, to go take a shower.

And refused to give in, so Hank had let him use the one built off the side of the medlab, and Edmund's a bit damp, and a lot tired, for all he's holding her hand still, as Ororo explains the situation to her.

In her own land, Ororo was worshipped as a goddess, and there is a calming presence about her.

Perhaps this is why she's the one talking, as they're preparing Kitty to leave the medical ward, IV already out and arm bandaged.

The bullet didn't hit her lung, she's told. That was the result of two broken ribs.

She also has abrasions covering her back, which are mostly healed, at least, newly-healed incisions across her chest, and a precariously-healed broken collar bone.

Moiraine fixed a great deal. But nothing's good as new, not yet.

Surprisingly, it's the collar bone, and the area around it, which sounds like it's going to give her the most trouble, with worlds like "torn muscle" "weak bone" "slight loss of range of movement" and a bit of "physical therapy".

Kitty's jaw is set, and she's not looking at Edmund when 'Ro leaves, promising that someone will come when they're free to help her finish getting ready to leave.

"What time do you have to leave to go cover your shift?" she asks, as if nothing had been said.
prydeful: (Damaged)
She's in a private wing, and Edmund's finally sleeping.

This is good.

She's bored out of her mind, still hurting, and not wanting to sleep any longer.

This is not so good.

I make a terrible patient, wryly, to herself, and studying the ceiling.

11,921 holes in the tiles.

11,922.

And I thought getting shot was bad. Recovery's torture.

resume

Kate Pryde | Shadowcat

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