If she had to stay one more hour in this kriffin' hospital bed, she'd find a way to shoot herself out of it.
Hell. Others were hurt more than her. So she got some burns, no big deal. And... and... she wasn't gonna look down. For the last two days, she had stoically looked away from the brief abbreviated stump where her right leg had been. Refused to acknowledge it actually happened. That some console hadn't sliced into her leg, that she wasn't rescued by some damned kid. She still saved the hard drive copies of the files. Never let them out of her sight. But while nurses came and went, chattering inanely and doctors droned on in their disgusting small words, she felt her anger bubbling, boiling to an uncomfortable pitch.
This place felt karkin' stale, and she was in dire need of cigaras.
However, her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of white in her field of vision and she tensed, gritting her teeth. The nurse beamed at her with that same self-gratifying smirk she always did, her voice a disgustingly sugary coo. Or so it sounded to her. "Ranger Coulter, you have a visitor," she began, but Vera scowled, twisting her head away. "Tell them to go away. And kark off," she hissed under her breath, but the woman acted as though she didn't hear her, breezing out of the room without even looking at her.
She swallowed hard, staring at the wall in front of her. No one should see her like this... she was a shame to her badge. Crippled. A damned failure. No, no one should see this.
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Hell. Others were hurt more than her. So she got some burns, no big deal. And... and... she wasn't gonna look down. For the last two days, she had stoically looked away from the brief abbreviated stump where her right leg had been. Refused to acknowledge it actually happened. That some console hadn't sliced into her leg, that she wasn't rescued by some damned kid. She still saved the hard drive copies of the files. Never let them out of her sight. But while nurses came and went, chattering inanely and doctors droned on in their disgusting small words, she felt her anger bubbling, boiling to an uncomfortable pitch.
This place felt karkin' stale, and she was in dire need of cigaras.
However, her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of white in her field of vision and she tensed, gritting her teeth. The nurse beamed at her with that same self-gratifying smirk she always did, her voice a disgustingly sugary coo. Or so it sounded to her. "Ranger Coulter, you have a visitor," she began, but Vera scowled, twisting her head away. "Tell them to go away. And kark off," she hissed under her breath, but the woman acted as though she didn't hear her, breezing out of the room without even looking at her.
She swallowed hard, staring at the wall in front of her. No one should see her like this... she was a shame to her badge. Crippled. A damned failure. No, no one should see this.
@Nefieslab