When Sylvie awoke the first thing she felt was pain. Aches of pain pulsing throughout her body. She turned on the floor, only to be met with a strained muscle pulling on her neck. She groaned and tried to sit up, suddenly being sent into a whirl of vertigo. Her purse and ID were both gone, the rest of the bag's contents spread on the floor around her.
Sylvie didn't know how she got back to her apartment. When she awoke she had been in the same apartment from the earlier night. Now she found herself in front of her bathroom mirror, carefully admiring the bruises and cuts that littered her body. She picked up the small container of makeup and began to apply it, wincing as it tickled the splotchy bruise on her forehead. When she decided she had done the best she could, she took a tylenol and set off to work.
Walking into the fire station, Sylvie did her best to keep her head down and make a run for the locker room. Her effort was unsuccessful as the second she set foot into the doorway she was called into the common room. Gallo was over by the stove, making his famous pancakes. A delicate smell wafted through the room, a smell that usually ended with Sylvie in a food coma but today she felt sick to her stomach.
She looked up from her spot by the door and walked slowly over to the table, taking a seat beside Foster. She kept her head down, not contributing to the conversation. Suddenly Kidd poked her head up from across the table.
"Brett, who was that you snuck off with from the bar last night?"
All of the chatter stopped and the attention in the room turned to her. She could feel herself shrinking, eyes wide. A wave of nausea-inducing panic swept over her and she quickly excused herself from the table, leaving the rest of the team incredibly confused.
Sylvie ran from the room, not turning back, and rounded a corner only to collide with one fire captain. Her entire body shook with pain as she tried to steady herself.
"Woah, sorry Brett," Casey said smiling, he took a closer look at her before noticing the black and blue outline of a bruise on her forehead. "Hey, are you ok?" his tone shifting into worry.
Brett followed his eyes to her head and shot her hand up, wincing as she touched her tender skin. She could feel tears coming from the back of her eyes and she said in a quiet voice before continuing down the hallway.
"I'm fine."