Post by Aegle Vitus on Nov 20, 2016 20:37:15 GMT -6
April 22, Legion General Hospital
Quiet grunting and the straining, stretching sound of tortured plastic could be heard all the way up and down the corridor. It's source, incongruously enough, was a small girl with bright orange hair, stood with her back against one of the corridor's many closed doors. Of course, Aegle's presence within the hospital itself wasn't so incongruous. She, like many others, had been brought for the treatment of the injuries suffered during the tragic events at the grand Basilica. And, like many others, her injuries had been severe enough that the decision had been made to hold her for extended observation. What was a bit strange, however, was what the small girl, dressed in little more than a hospital gown, was doing. While she might have been propped up with her crooked back against a door, it was not the door to her room. She was actually nowhere near her room, which was on the other side of the building. And she wasn't simply standing vigil either, but, by all appearances, seemed to be in the midst of some excruciating exercise. Around either wrist was, fashioned from the hospital's own hand towels, a small padded cuff and bound about each of these was a length of what could only be surgical tubing, the other end of each having been affixed to either side of the door frame upon which Aegle was leaning. Every few seconds, she would lift one arm, raise it so that the surgical tube was pulled taught and then the some, until the tubing's elasticity overcame the strength of that arm and she lowered it back down to her side.
What could not be seen at a casual glance was how Aegle had gotten her hands on the tubing in the first place, which should have proved difficult even if her hands had not been thickly swathed in bandages the way the were. Nor could any passing observer have known how much of a challenge it had proven for Aegle to set up her impromptu work out station. After all, if one were to look at her and watch each deliberate movement she made, they likely wouldn't have guessed that the crutches, stood up unobtrusively nearby but purposefully in reach, belonged to her. Then there was the matter of just how long she had been standing there, raising and lowering her arms as methodically as two independent metronomes. Some of the staff who were working that side of the hospital had an idea as to this last mystery, though not a complete one, as Aegle had already been set up and in the midst of her exercises when their respective shifts had begun. Truth was that not even Aegle knew quite how long she'd been at it, as she only really had the growing hunger in her stomach by which to tell the time.
As to why, of all the places throughout the hospital, she had chosen that specific door way, so far from her own room. That was perhaps the most obscure detail of them all, yet it boiled down to a surprisingly simple answer. That being that this specific door Aegle had found, and where numerous other confused medical personnel had subsequently found Aegle, was across the corridor from another room, one which was not unoccupied like the room against whose door she trained. Rather, this specific room contained a specific faunus; One which Aegle knew and which Aegle had been told she was not allowed to visit. It was Lily's room, and Aegle had been told she was still very unwell, still struggling with the injuries she'd received, and could not possibly be disturbed. Aegle hadn't liked being told that, and she'd outright challenged the unfortunate nurse who'd told her as much, but after vague and, admittedly, confusing allusions to Lily's condition, Aegle had decided not to disturb her friend. She did, however, mean to see her friend as soon as the nurses and doctors said she was ready. She, in fact, intended to be the very first person to see her wounded friend when the go-ahead was given. Thus, while she might have performed her unusual regime of physical therapy within the privacy of her own room, she'd instead limped halfway across the hospital, before spending half a day outside her friend's room. All on the off chance that one of the many doctors who came to view her friend would say she was ready to receive visitors...
Quiet grunting and the straining, stretching sound of tortured plastic could be heard all the way up and down the corridor. It's source, incongruously enough, was a small girl with bright orange hair, stood with her back against one of the corridor's many closed doors. Of course, Aegle's presence within the hospital itself wasn't so incongruous. She, like many others, had been brought for the treatment of the injuries suffered during the tragic events at the grand Basilica. And, like many others, her injuries had been severe enough that the decision had been made to hold her for extended observation. What was a bit strange, however, was what the small girl, dressed in little more than a hospital gown, was doing. While she might have been propped up with her crooked back against a door, it was not the door to her room. She was actually nowhere near her room, which was on the other side of the building. And she wasn't simply standing vigil either, but, by all appearances, seemed to be in the midst of some excruciating exercise. Around either wrist was, fashioned from the hospital's own hand towels, a small padded cuff and bound about each of these was a length of what could only be surgical tubing, the other end of each having been affixed to either side of the door frame upon which Aegle was leaning. Every few seconds, she would lift one arm, raise it so that the surgical tube was pulled taught and then the some, until the tubing's elasticity overcame the strength of that arm and she lowered it back down to her side.
What could not be seen at a casual glance was how Aegle had gotten her hands on the tubing in the first place, which should have proved difficult even if her hands had not been thickly swathed in bandages the way the were. Nor could any passing observer have known how much of a challenge it had proven for Aegle to set up her impromptu work out station. After all, if one were to look at her and watch each deliberate movement she made, they likely wouldn't have guessed that the crutches, stood up unobtrusively nearby but purposefully in reach, belonged to her. Then there was the matter of just how long she had been standing there, raising and lowering her arms as methodically as two independent metronomes. Some of the staff who were working that side of the hospital had an idea as to this last mystery, though not a complete one, as Aegle had already been set up and in the midst of her exercises when their respective shifts had begun. Truth was that not even Aegle knew quite how long she'd been at it, as she only really had the growing hunger in her stomach by which to tell the time.
As to why, of all the places throughout the hospital, she had chosen that specific door way, so far from her own room. That was perhaps the most obscure detail of them all, yet it boiled down to a surprisingly simple answer. That being that this specific door Aegle had found, and where numerous other confused medical personnel had subsequently found Aegle, was across the corridor from another room, one which was not unoccupied like the room against whose door she trained. Rather, this specific room contained a specific faunus; One which Aegle knew and which Aegle had been told she was not allowed to visit. It was Lily's room, and Aegle had been told she was still very unwell, still struggling with the injuries she'd received, and could not possibly be disturbed. Aegle hadn't liked being told that, and she'd outright challenged the unfortunate nurse who'd told her as much, but after vague and, admittedly, confusing allusions to Lily's condition, Aegle had decided not to disturb her friend. She did, however, mean to see her friend as soon as the nurses and doctors said she was ready. She, in fact, intended to be the very first person to see her wounded friend when the go-ahead was given. Thus, while she might have performed her unusual regime of physical therapy within the privacy of her own room, she'd instead limped halfway across the hospital, before spending half a day outside her friend's room. All on the off chance that one of the many doctors who came to view her friend would say she was ready to receive visitors...
