A/N: Time for a new trail and push at my writing so I'm going to post this story which is more of a drabble. I have no Beta so please forgive the mistakes.


I sit on the coach feeling horrible due to damn travel sickness;

I've been on this fucking thing for 3 blasted hours and just want to start my gypsy break.

I smile when I finally see a sign saying London.

When the bus finally stops and tells us to disembark.

I smile and start gathering my stuff together.

I stand up and grab my bag and junk; before I put my arms through the lethal weapon called crutches.

I am currently dependent on them to stay upright after a fucking fall.

Heaven forbid I don't use them, fall over face planting the lovely streets of London; not my type of painting the streets red.


A/N: Where do you think our Gypsy goes first?