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Everything was starting to hurt. After the fight, Imogen was riding a high. The fact that she took a serious beating didn’t matter. All that mattered was that tingly feeling of rightness that took over when she got out. She didn’t know why, but there was something about all of that that finally scratched the itch she had, and she knew she wanted more of it. She was just too bruised right now to try again tonight. Making the decision to walk back, the adrenaline from her first fight at Purgatory began to die about half way through the walk, and the pain began to set in. She knew she looked wrecked, hair a mess, clothes in disarray. Her face hurt, particularly around her eye, which she knew would be swelling in the morning. Considering how even the act of breathing was causing her pain, and the fact that when she touched her ribs she winced, Imogen could bet that something there was broken. She’d probably benefit from a hospital, or a clinic. She decided to go home instead. Sleep. Sluggish throughout her walk, it took Imogen twice as long as normal to cover the distance. With every intention to go home and head immediately to bed, Imogen was caught off guard when she opened the door for her shared apartment and was not immediately met with the darkness she’d expect for this late hour. Fuck. Not in the mood to deal with her sister, wherever she was, or to have her dampen her high, Imogen decided to keep her head down and cross the living spaces to get to her room, hoping she’d be fast enough even in her sluggish state to get by without her sister noticing.
