#plotdrop3

Elly felt like crap; and she figured she looked at least half as bad as she felt, if not worse. She knew things easily could’ve been much worse; and she was honestly lucky to be alive. Though right now, she couldn’t bring herself to focus on her luck. Instead, she could only focus on the lingering lightheadedness and the fact her arm continued to throb despite the painkillers in her IV. Faintly hearing the sound of someone entering her room, she glanced up, putting on a brave face as she saw Mackenzie standing in the doorway. “Hey.”

Reese knew he didn’t text Georgie he was going to the Mayor’s rally, he didn’t know where he stood with her nor did he think it mattered, he figured she’d ignore it. That changed when he suddenly got injured and was on his way to the hospital. It didn’t surprise him that the hospital was so crowded that he was laying in a stretcher in the hallway waiting for the doctor to put the stitches in his head simply because he felt dizzy standing. As he waited he sent a text to Jellybean to make sure she didn’t worry about him too much and kept his eyes closed for the most part. That was until he saw Georgie moments later and figured Jellybean texted her. “I need a few stitches, the nurses aren’t sure how many.” 

It took a few more days for the brunette to actually start feeling somewhat better. She wasn’t as dizzy and lightheaded anymore; but she was still in a good deal of pain despite the painkillers she’d been given. Her upper right arm ached; and while she wouldn’t admit it, her chest felt tight and every breath felt heavy despite the flow of oxygen her doctors were keeping her on. Today was the first day she’d gotten out of bed since everything happened; and while doing so made her exhausted, she was glad to not be stuck in bed anymore. 

“Come in.” She called out she sat in the armchair next to her bed, one of the nurses had helped make her comfortable only minutes before. There had been a soft knock on the door to her hospital room. Before today, she would’ve dreaded having a visitor other than the constant flow of nurses who came to check on her; but given she was starting to feel in higher spirits, she didn’t mind whoever else came to say ‘hello’. 

WHY IS IT, THAT WHENEVER SOMETHING GOES WRONG, I HAVE TO BREAK THE NEWS ?

death tw, human experimentation tw.

an idiot once said that storms are meant to wash us clean of sin. the sky would roar in grief of all it has seen and cleanse us of that which we have suffered. that person never considered how cold the lot of us have become, how the shade of the clouds becomes the perfect cover for our misdeeds. last night, in the darkness of the hirsch & mintz science building, we lost a student.