Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 2:47:04 GMT -5
I'm forced to fake a smile a laugh everyday of my life OPEN ::Tag 701 ::Words Stuffed critters ::Notes | It had been an agonizingly long six weeks in the infirmary, all because she had refused to sit still and heal. Tessa Yates was perhaps the worst hypocrite when it came to healing, at times strapping people into the beds, or sedating them to force them to sit still and heal themselves before going about daily Roman life. Mors than a few times she had been threatened with the very same things she used on other people. A few times she was threatened with duck tape, namely by Gunnar. Now though she was finally out of that place and could perhaps get something useful done! Alas that was not to be. Tessa was still locked out of the forge, despite her please and discharge papers from the infirmary. Though she still had two months of recovery to go through for her heart and lungs, she preferred to leave that part out. She was not to lift more than ten pounds, which was a ridiculous request to make of a centurion. She needed to use a shield and sword, to pull her bow. To help train others! That was her job! That was what Jason and Remus had entrusted her with! When she had been allowed to leave the infirmary for short times everyday as long as she returned she'd try and go to the archery fields, the fields of Mars, the forge. Edmund and Ronan chased her out numerous times until the pad lock was placed on the door. Her bow and arrows were taken away from her. She wasn't even allowed to do paperwork in the infirmary! Told to not worry about it instead! It was the worst type of torture for her. They let her keep her sewing, and Ronan had asked her to knit a snowflake for Zoe. She had begun to busy herself with making dozens upon dozens of stuffed animals. Every time gunner would visit her again there was perhaps another five. She learned to crochet from a book, or two, or five Gunnar had picked up for her. He always seemed to go a little wild when he bought things. She had to give the stuffed animals to August some time, perhaps to some of the children in New Rome. It was honestly getting a little ridiculous now. Nearly half of her room was stuffed things. Some lopsided crochet projects, a lot of perfectly sewn plushies, cloth dolls, pillows with sloppy embroidery. She was trying to embroider as well. What else could she do? Clare visited her, as did Jason. It seemed like everyone visited her quite often. It worried her. What where they thinking? She was told she had to rest to get better more quickly. Was she that much of a burden as an invalid? Of course. Stupid question, of course she was a problem. Her heart ached at the though, a half sewn guppy was in her lap. She was making It for Clare. Her eyes stared unfocused ahead of her, only the cool wall in front of her. It happened sometimes, she'd been sleeping more and her brain was less tired during the day. Her adhd would agitate, she never quite learned to deal with it in a healthy way. Only five or so minutes would go by before her mind would wander, day dream. One minute she might be on a date with Gunnar, laughing and smiling. Another moment she'd be standing in the street, her father with another child he liked more. Her mother away with someone she laughed with, when she never laughed with Tessa. Her parents with her at a movie premier, holding her hand and telling her how proud they were. A knock at the door startled her and she pricked her finger with the needle. Pain shot through her arm, and she took a sharp breath in. Feeling the precise pressure when you used a blade, the direction of the wind on your face, the tiniest bump on a patient was incredibly useful as a nurse and a fighter. The increased sense of pain on the other hand, was not as pleasant. She put the needle in her work and got up for the door. |
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