Zoe lay on her side, staring at the fat dollops of snow that were dotting the windowpane.
Sighing, she tried to move, only to be reminded of the sutures in her back when they all flared into
agony at once, preventing her from moving. Sighing, she continued to stare out the window, wondering
when the feeling of being short of breath would end.
She knew that the surgery had been successful, and that the tumour had been completely killed,
but recovery would take a long time coming before she would be capable of boarding again. During the
day, Elise had visited and after a long talk, Zoe had found out that Elise was even more of a softie than
she was, despite Elise's reputation of being an ice queen.
Sighing, Zoe continued to stare out the window, wondering what her friends were doing.
Actually, it could be better said that she was wondering what Psymon was doing, but she occasionally
had thoughts of her other friends as well. Outside, two voices echoed through the empty hallway, and
Zoe mentally cringed. The voices were recognisable as Marisol and Seeiah, so Zoe simply closed her
eyes and slowed down her breathing, trying to remain calm.
"What's got you 'Sol? It's not like you to just stand out here and waffle about going in. Usually
you'd already be inside." Seeiah's voice, thankfully was pitched just low enough not to give Zoe a
headache, but Marisol's voice was seemingly permanently set to 'annoy'
"I know chica. It's just... you see that line?"
"Yeah, but why're you so worried about it?"
"It's... creepy."
"I know. But it won't reach out and bite you, so what're you worried about? Come on."
Zoe squeezed her eyes even tighter as she heard the two sets of footsteps head up to her bed.
Marisol spoke first, right next to Zoe's head. "Hey, I wonder if it's healed? Maybe if I poke it?"
Zoe's verbal response was a low mutter, but Marisol was close enough to hear it completely.
"If you touch my back in any way, shape or form, I will ensure that your next words will be muffled by
your own ass. Comprendo bolilla?"
Marisol growled angrily, but was restrained by two things. One was Seeiah's arm keeping her
from actually attacking Zoe, and the second thing was a thickly muscled form that uncurled itself from
the nearby seat, revealing itself to be the unnerving sight of Psymon. Psymon was looking mostly
human, though his constant twitch was more pronounced in the dim room, and his breath smelled like
a charnel house. "Gah! Psy get your breath away from me! You smell like you've been eating random
wildlife!"
Psymon grinned at Marisol's outburst, then stretched out his hand. "Hand over the news disc,
go outside, and tell everyone that recovery proceeds. By the way, Squeaky'll be out and 'bout soon
'nough."
Seeiah glared at Psymon, not noticing the yellowed eyes and the stubble covering his face. "Jeez,
Psy. You could've given some warning about you being here."
Psymon chuckled. "Yeah, but it was more fun to let you two freak. Now, give, gab, and gone,
not necessarily in that order."
Zoe spoke up again, her voice almost inaudible in the quiet room. "That goes for you too Psy.
Go and get some sleep. You look like shit, and your breath smells like you ate a squirrel."
"Cooked?"
"No. Raw. Smells pretty rank. Look," Zoe sighed, staring out at the window. "I know you want
to keep tabs on me, but it's beginning to get depressing. How about you bug me when I'm in
physiotherapy regaining my muscles? Probably better than depressing me in here."
A chorus of muttered 'sorry Zoe' followed the three people out of the room, Marisol pausing
only long enough to place the minidisk on the table next to Zoe before the three active snowboarders
left, leaving Zoe to her thoughts. They were not very nice thoughts.
Sighing, she tried to move, only to be reminded of the sutures in her back when they all flared into
agony at once, preventing her from moving. Sighing, she continued to stare out the window, wondering
when the feeling of being short of breath would end.
She knew that the surgery had been successful, and that the tumour had been completely killed,
but recovery would take a long time coming before she would be capable of boarding again. During the
day, Elise had visited and after a long talk, Zoe had found out that Elise was even more of a softie than
she was, despite Elise's reputation of being an ice queen.
Sighing, Zoe continued to stare out the window, wondering what her friends were doing.
Actually, it could be better said that she was wondering what Psymon was doing, but she occasionally
had thoughts of her other friends as well. Outside, two voices echoed through the empty hallway, and
Zoe mentally cringed. The voices were recognisable as Marisol and Seeiah, so Zoe simply closed her
eyes and slowed down her breathing, trying to remain calm.
"What's got you 'Sol? It's not like you to just stand out here and waffle about going in. Usually
you'd already be inside." Seeiah's voice, thankfully was pitched just low enough not to give Zoe a
headache, but Marisol's voice was seemingly permanently set to 'annoy'
"I know chica. It's just... you see that line?"
"Yeah, but why're you so worried about it?"
"It's... creepy."
"I know. But it won't reach out and bite you, so what're you worried about? Come on."
Zoe squeezed her eyes even tighter as she heard the two sets of footsteps head up to her bed.
Marisol spoke first, right next to Zoe's head. "Hey, I wonder if it's healed? Maybe if I poke it?"
Zoe's verbal response was a low mutter, but Marisol was close enough to hear it completely.
"If you touch my back in any way, shape or form, I will ensure that your next words will be muffled by
your own ass. Comprendo bolilla?"
Marisol growled angrily, but was restrained by two things. One was Seeiah's arm keeping her
from actually attacking Zoe, and the second thing was a thickly muscled form that uncurled itself from
the nearby seat, revealing itself to be the unnerving sight of Psymon. Psymon was looking mostly
human, though his constant twitch was more pronounced in the dim room, and his breath smelled like
a charnel house. "Gah! Psy get your breath away from me! You smell like you've been eating random
wildlife!"
Psymon grinned at Marisol's outburst, then stretched out his hand. "Hand over the news disc,
go outside, and tell everyone that recovery proceeds. By the way, Squeaky'll be out and 'bout soon
'nough."
Seeiah glared at Psymon, not noticing the yellowed eyes and the stubble covering his face. "Jeez,
Psy. You could've given some warning about you being here."
Psymon chuckled. "Yeah, but it was more fun to let you two freak. Now, give, gab, and gone,
not necessarily in that order."
Zoe spoke up again, her voice almost inaudible in the quiet room. "That goes for you too Psy.
Go and get some sleep. You look like shit, and your breath smells like you ate a squirrel."
"Cooked?"
"No. Raw. Smells pretty rank. Look," Zoe sighed, staring out at the window. "I know you want
to keep tabs on me, but it's beginning to get depressing. How about you bug me when I'm in
physiotherapy regaining my muscles? Probably better than depressing me in here."
A chorus of muttered 'sorry Zoe' followed the three people out of the room, Marisol pausing
only long enough to place the minidisk on the table next to Zoe before the three active snowboarders
left, leaving Zoe to her thoughts. They were not very nice thoughts.
