A crash course in miracles

Maeve could easily tell that Zitora was itching to get out of the hospital. But she got why that would be. At least she knew about some of what could be the cause of her troubles. It didn’t really make up for her temperament and attitude towards the doctor, no matter how much Maeve might agree that she herself didn’t feel like spending the night in the hospital bed, already dreading the hospital food even though she had absolutely no appetite to begin with.
So Maeve began the struggling exist out of the bed. Throwing the duvet off herself and revealing get another large bruise on her knee, purple and violent from being smacked up into the roof of the leg-cabinet of the car. But beside it looking dangerous and it being very sore, as she found out while bending her legs for the first time since waking up, there weren’t anything else wrong with her legs. Nothing broken - obviously or she would have been in more than one cast - and no non-working nerves. She gritted her teeth as she finally stood up. “It feels like I’ve been thrown into a wall,” she admitted as she steadied herself. The thumping in her head and the stinging from the gaze-covered wound on her forehead was still the worst of it. “Do you know where they’d put my clothes?” Then while standing there, sporting the anything-but-charming hospital gown Maeve looked around the room. Her head was a blur so the fact that her clothes wasn’t more than cut up fabric in a bin somewhere from needing quick access to her bare body, didn’t quick occur to her.

It was when she looked back to her friend that she got reminded of the thing in her other hand. The one still working. She was still hooked on to an IV. As well as a heart monitor clipped unto her finger. It wasn’t a matter of just getting dressed and walking out, huh. Once again looking around, searching, Maeve at least found what she was looking for this time; the call-button. Best to have a nurse take out the IV. She pressed it and then grabbed hold of the IV stand and used it as a bit of a support as she walked back around the bed to Zitora, humping a little from the hurting knee. “What a day, huh.”

“You really don’t have to do something like that. I’m find with just loaning something. Preferably a pajamas, that really sounds like what my sore body need right now. Something soft, warm and loose fitting.” She fear even the tightness of a well-fitting jeans or a waist belt would press on all those muscles she for sure had gotten scrambled in the accident but just hadn’t bust a vein and therefore didn’t show obvious markings. She feared for when she’d have to go back to work and actually dress as a professional adult again. And all the work there’d be stacked, ready for her to get on when she returns. Hopefully she could get some done from home... If the doctors didn’t keep a too tight tap on her.
Maeve smiled slightly at Zitora by her agreement, just before Cecilia reentered the room and she automatically looked at her instead. Maeve held out her hand with the IV and cringed when it got pulled out. Both from the feeling - it had been uncomfortable to have in and it was just as uncomfortable to have pulled out - and the sight of the relatively thick, hollow plastic tube emerging from a vein in her hand. It was so… creepy in a way. And yet she hadn’t looked away. This wasn’t her first rodeo. “Thanks. I don’t think I’ll be staying over for too long. My mum probably want me home so she can look after me instead,” she explained while sighing. Her mother trusted in her much more than the average mother and daughter but she could still be quite ducking. Much like how her closest friends all seemed to be quite ‘protective’.

Getting handed a pair of matching pants, Maeve exploited the support Zitora offered as well as the help her cousin was ready with. Her balance wasn’t that bad, but pulling the pants up with only one hand turned out to be a hassle. In the end it worked out fine, though. “Oh yea?” she chuckled to the compliment - if you’d really call it that. “I might have to bring the look up to the design teams at work, huh.” She tried making an innocent pose, but the very little twist in her upper body was enough for the long seatbelt formed bruise running cross her torso wasn’t too happy about it, and again she cringed, regretting her action just a bit. "Or maybe not." She needed to be put in a bathtub full of ice cubes.

Maeve then turned back to look at Zitora, nodded and smiled at her friend. And as they started walking out of the room and further down the hall she couldn’t help but look around. Looking for that man. Flynn. He had just run out so could he still be at the hospital? Sadly, she didn’t see him and within 15 minutes they were out of the hospital, walking in the cold towards Zitora’s car. Going home.

// out - it was great!