❰ okay, so this isn't sally's first accident. ...she thinks. she doesn't know for sure, but it doesn't feel like her first one. she feels like the last one wasn't nearly this freaking obnoxious.
the only thing keeping sally from being pretty much Done by now is the fact that before the accident, this is apparently somewhere she went through a lot of hassle to reach. the details are hazy at best, but she knows for a fact that she was finally on her way home.
which is here, she assumes, as totally unfamiliar as this hospital seems so far. so she's more than ready to get the hell out of this place (and this gown, not that she hasn't shown her ass to worse people). sucks that it's apparently the middle of freaking winter. thanks for turning her loose in a hospital gown, guys. it's been real.
now she's heading down the front walk, salted and otherwise clear of snow, unlike apparently everything else around. how sweet of them, clearing the snow off for all the sorry pantsless fucks like sally who get to make the spectacular walk of shame to some unknown sheriff's office (what is this, a western?) to beg for their clothes back. the faintest breeze picks up, and she wraps her arms tight around her middle, hiking the gown up just enough to reveal the bottom two of the four entirely questionable scars on her thigh. ❱
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Date: 2017-03-17 01:15 pm (UTC)the only thing keeping sally from being pretty much Done by now is the fact that before the accident, this is apparently somewhere she went through a lot of hassle to reach. the details are hazy at best, but she knows for a fact that she was finally on her way home.
which is here, she assumes, as totally unfamiliar as this hospital seems so far. so she's more than ready to get the hell out of this place (and this gown, not that she hasn't shown her ass to worse people). sucks that it's apparently the middle of freaking winter. thanks for turning her loose in a hospital gown, guys. it's been real.
now she's heading down the front walk, salted and otherwise clear of snow, unlike apparently everything else around. how sweet of them, clearing the snow off for all the sorry pantsless fucks like sally who get to make the spectacular walk of shame to some unknown sheriff's office (what is this, a western?) to beg for their clothes back. the faintest breeze picks up, and she wraps her arms tight around her middle, hiking the gown up just enough to reveal the bottom two of the four entirely questionable scars on her thigh. ❱