#eachristopher

“Correction: large and in charge prince.” Before the hecklers could respond her foot was on the boys back as she sparta kicked the leader and spokesperson of the douches into the pool. 

Hospital stays are extremely boring, that much Gwen has concluded, and she doesn’t understand how a person is supposed to get better while being surrounded by all this gloom and seriousness. It’s only been a few days since she began her stay after the cheer practice accident but she’s already counting down the days to her release. Honestly, she feels fine and has said so so many times but apparently head traumas are really serious injuries. 

A number of schoolmates have visited her and those have been the better days spent in the hospital. She misses her friends and misses school; she misses the hustle and bustle of school life because all she ever does in the hospital is lay down and rest. Gwen longs for some form or entertainment. 

“Are you just going to look through your phone all day? What’s the point of visiting me then?” She asks with a huff, pouting at the tall figure desperately trying to fit their long legs on the sofa by the window. “You’ve come all the day here so why don’t you be a dear and give your big sister some love instead of just sitting there?”