[Event]

[weavethebonds]

Susan is finally awake, and in her hospital bed. Sort of. Because most of her is actually lifted off the bed, considering both her legs are in casts and in large sling, as is her left arm.

She does look incredibly depressed. A bit sleepy too, but that's probably because she's mashing the 'pain' button on her hospital clicker every fifteen seconds.

Comments

[whitrthanwhite.livejournal.com]

I'd figure... sorry about this whole mess... I assume hugs and kind hand squeezes are out of the question at the moment, though... ugh. Sorry sorry...

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"You didn't do anything, you shouldn't be apologizing."

[whitrthanwhite.livejournal.com]

I still feel responsible, like I should of done more... and it doesn't help that that Jose fellow hasn't been seen since the match... Uh, you want me to clean your apartment while you're here?

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"..My apartment is clean!"

[whitrthanwhite.livejournal.com]

... By who!?

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"I did!"

[whitrthanwhite.livejournal.com]

... You finally started cleaning your apartment on your own!? ::Feels like she's in the twilight zone.::

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"Yes?"

[whitrthanwhite.livejournal.com]

... Are you -really- Susan DeRay? ::Black is white, left is right, pink is blue!::