With a yawn, she stirs in the hospital bed, stretching her legs under the thin sheet covering her form. She stretches her right arm over her head, her toes wiggling as she does. She's gotten used to waking up here in the clinic… okay that's not true. At all. But she's accepted that this is her home for the moment. This bed is her place of residence for now. With a soft groan she sits up, feeling some pressure in her left shoulder as she does so. It's in a solid sling, keeping it immobilized for the most part. She looks towards the near window… they were nice enough to move her bed to be next to a window that faced the sunrise… and she smiles a little as she looks out towards Gotham proper.
"Well what trouble can I get into today?" She says softly to herself. With some effort, she scoots her butt towards one side of the bed, being careful of her shoulder. She's practiced moving like this for a while now… sudden stinging IMMENSE pain will make you learn how to move a specific way. One of her toes daintily touches the floor, and she stretches that foot out to hook her slippers. She slides her feet into them, and pushes herself up from the bed. She stands still a moment, making sure she doesn't get a dizzy spell or lightheaded suddenly or something. She shuffles towards and end table near her bed, scooping up her phone.
She turns it on, looking through her messages. Grady sent her a text a few days ago… which she has yet to respond to. She's not sure why. Well yes, she does.
Guilt.
She feels guilty because he feels so bad about what happened to her. About how things ended that awful night. Things caused by her relative inexperience. So now she starts her morning walk, just stretching her legs. She shuffles down the hallway, looking through her messages, e-mails and newsfeeds. She is wearing just a hospital gown… the back of which she has sewn shut by now. Because… well just because. Not exactly dignified. And she feels self-conscious enough as it is.
She gets to the end of the hall, and does an about face, her eyes cast down still towards her phone. With a sigh, she decides it's time to respond to the one text she has yet to answer.
(("Hey Grady-Dady. If I could be there with yall I would. I wanna help if I can so let me know what I can do. Can't transform yet, but I'll get there. Taking my morning walk, down the hall and back. Clinic gown was showing to much of my butt, so sewed it closed. Now it's a cool dress."))
She grins a little at that, and then sends a second text. She purposely changes the color of the texts she sends. Because it makes them prettier.
(("And Stop feeling bad for me, jerkface mcjerkington. I'm fine, we're fine. Be back in the skies soon! Yall be careful, and bring me presents!"))
She nods as she sends the second text… and then rolls her eyes at herself as she sends a third.
(("This is Karolina, by the by. Didn't know if that was obvious."))
NOW she nods to herself for a job well done. By now she has gotten back to her little room, shuffling towards her bed. She turns the little latches on the window in her room, and with a soft grunt she pushes it up and open. Sitting now on the edge of her bed, she stares out towards the city, a soft smile upon her lips.
She's not sure she's ever seen a bluer sky, and she can feel it reaching out to her. And she can feel the warmth of the air upon her soft skin, and it makes her smile a little more.
Without her noticing, some of the tips of her long blond hair sway a little, as if on their own. And they give off the faintest of glows…
