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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:29 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:50 pm
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*wakes up with cotton mouth and left side hurting again, needing to use the bathroom badly. Looking around, it takes a minute before she remembers she's at the nurses station in the Cabana Bar. Struggling, she half crawls, half falls out of the feather stretcher Ayami brought her over in. Leaning to the left, she limps to the restroom and relieves herself. Washing her hands and face, she makes her way back to the stretcher. Unsure of time and date, she calls out in a hoarse voice for someone to bring her something to drink.
After several attempts and fifteen minutes, a bartender hears her and brings her a glass of ice water. Drinking it down furiously, she thanks him and lays flat on her back, holding her left side. Where the hell are bandaidd and Gilda?! I've been here for who knows how long and NO ONE has checked on me?! WTF?!?! .......actually, this doesn't even surprise me. The hell do I care for?
Closing her eyes and sighing, she tries to get over the lost block of time and focuses on the situation at hand. She knows that she needs to hurry up and heal so she can find who did this and why*
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 4:23 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:07 am
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*rolls over and immediately yelps in pain, sitting up and grabbing her right arm. In doing so, she notes the an oxygen mask is covering her face and feels something sticking in it and looks to check it out. Seeing it's an IV, she knows that one of the nurses has been by. Looking around the room, she notes bandaidd asleep at her desk. Looking as if she's been up all night, Icy doesn't disturb her.
Yawning, she covers her mouth with her left hand, thirsty as ever. Just as she's about to call out to one of the Cabana boys, she notes a rolling tray near her stretcher with bottles of water, juice, fruit, crackers, tissue, and napkins in close reach. Grabbing a water, she drinks the whole thing, needing to use the facilities again.
Swinging her legs over the side of the stretcher, she loosely rolls up the IV line and grabs the stand it's on, using it as support to stand up. Rolling the IV stand, she shuffles her way to the restroom, wondering why in the hell she still had her boots on. After a while, she was back on the stretcher, breathing hard and placing her oxygen back on. After a few deep breaths, she tries to stay awake, hoping bandaidd would awaken soon and let her know how she is*
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:45 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:56 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:00 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:08 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:17 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:28 am
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*laughs at the thought of his Grunnies running wild in his place and groans from the pain of laughing*
Dammit.
*looks at her garter belt and boots*
Unfortunately in the midst of all that happened a few nights ago, they took everything but my boots off. I guess b/c of the garter belt attachment, that's holding them up. I don't know, but I know it's hell trying to walk to the bathroom in six inch stiletto boots with broken ribs, gunshot wounds, stitches, bruises, and IVs running in your arm. stressed
*looks at him pleadingly*
Look, I have no idea how long I have to be here, let alone when bandaidd will wake up again. The cabana boys can't hear me too well back here, so would you do me a fave and take them off for me?*looks down sheepishly*I barely made it to the restroom last time, don't know if I'll be lucky again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:35 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:48 am
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*looking at TES smirking, she goes to say something but knows that he likely won't help her if she insults him. Sighing, she tries to keep the taunting out her voice as she speaks to him*
TES, I'm sure you have handkerchiefs on hand if you're feeling nosebleedish, plus I also have tissue and napkins at your disposal. I REALLY need you to help me. Look, if I could unhook the garter myself, I'd do it so all you have to do is roll the boots down. But the garter is hooked in the back, and with stitches, and IV and broken ribs, I can't maneuver like that on my own. Please TES, I'm asking you with sheer sincerity to help me.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:04 am
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