AN: I do not own Spring Awakening.
Thank you all so much for the positive reviews. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside XD
This is really short, I know. The next part should be up very, very soon (tonight or tomorrow).
And more characters are coming in within the next chapter or two, I promise.
Wendla had managed to get home in ten minutes.
She would have been faster, if the damned pain hadn't come back. She had been hurting constantly since the operation, although it had receded into a dull throbbing as of late. But, and she supposed it was from the running, the searing pain had come back. Thankfully Wendla had only been a short distance from her house when it happened, or she would have never managed to limp home.
Wendla pulled herself through the window and slid out of her dress and shoes before collapsing into bed. She didn't know how much later it was when her mother woke her. "Wendla, child, the doctor is here to see you." Wendla sat up abruptly, and a sharp burst of white-hot pain shot through her. She let out small yelp of pain."Please, Mama, no. Don't let- don't let him touch me again." Her voice was small; pathetic and pleading. Her mother did not relent, her face remained entirely unsympathetic.
"Don't be absurd. Come in, Doctor." He walked through the door, slowly as if he were testing the waters. He walked over to the terrified girl and her mother. "She's still bleeding."Frau Bergman told him, "She has no energy, either. She can hardly walk."
"That's unusual. It's been two weeks?" His tone was crisp, professional.
Her mother nodded yes.
"I'll look and see if there's anything I can do." When he put his hand on her, Wendla screamed.
