I'd Say That I've Had Worse Days, but Then I'd Be Lying
Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 10:15 pm
((Bernadette Thomas continued from Accept Our Ring and Join Our Fight))
It was nearing midday on the third day since Bernadette had holed herself up in this trashheap of a room. There had been a couple of times, mainly in the morning and early afternoon of the second day, in which she had considered the idea of moving around to reduce the risk of being found, but she had decided against it. After all, she was just as likely to run into someone while moving around, so wouldn't it be better to just stick with the slightly-more-familiar environment. At the very least, staying in one place would hopefully help her to recover her strength.
Today's pain wasn't the worst that she had ever felt. It wasn't "Oh god, get me to a hospital" levels of pain. Hell, if she had been back in Kingman, she might have even forced herself to go to school if there was an important test or event going on. It wouldn't have been pleasant, but she would have been able to manage. In the end, however, the thing that kept her from leaving her hideout was the same thing that had made her worry if she would be okay staying in one place.
In other words, it was those goddamn announcements.
Out past those walls, people were dying. More importantly, people were killing. She couldn't help herself from thinking of going out now and then... not just because of the concern that she might be found if she stayed in one spot, but also because it felt wrong to just sit in the corner while her classmates fought each other outside those walls. But ultimately, she always ended up putting those thoughts to the side. If her life was going to be in danger the instant she stepped through those doors, she couldn't afford to force herself. She needed to be in the best shape that she could manage.
Just a little bit longer...
It was nearing midday on the third day since Bernadette had holed herself up in this trashheap of a room. There had been a couple of times, mainly in the morning and early afternoon of the second day, in which she had considered the idea of moving around to reduce the risk of being found, but she had decided against it. After all, she was just as likely to run into someone while moving around, so wouldn't it be better to just stick with the slightly-more-familiar environment. At the very least, staying in one place would hopefully help her to recover her strength.
Today's pain wasn't the worst that she had ever felt. It wasn't "Oh god, get me to a hospital" levels of pain. Hell, if she had been back in Kingman, she might have even forced herself to go to school if there was an important test or event going on. It wouldn't have been pleasant, but she would have been able to manage. In the end, however, the thing that kept her from leaving her hideout was the same thing that had made her worry if she would be okay staying in one place.
In other words, it was those goddamn announcements.
Out past those walls, people were dying. More importantly, people were killing. She couldn't help herself from thinking of going out now and then... not just because of the concern that she might be found if she stayed in one spot, but also because it felt wrong to just sit in the corner while her classmates fought each other outside those walls. But ultimately, she always ended up putting those thoughts to the side. If her life was going to be in danger the instant she stepped through those doors, she couldn't afford to force herself. She needed to be in the best shape that she could manage.
Just a little bit longer...