Guess what? Amy has returned and is fully recovered! Yaaaays! *throws confetti* Now the show can go on!
Amy: Yeah, woohoo for my recovery. I bet you're glad you got those last two chapters ready before I left.
Well if it wasn't for your stupidity you wouldn't have needed to leave in the first place.
Amy: Why don't you just admit that without me this story wouldn't even exist! I'm practically a goddess for this story!
...what the fuck kind of world are you living in?
Amy: The world of me.
After a few days or so had passed Amy was allowed to return, her injuries treated and would now be a permanent scar to serve as a reminder. When she had fully recovered several doctors and nurses had to restrain her from leaving until they received permission from the author to allow Amy to leave with Nick. Despite the warnings to rest and let her scars heal Amy had barely listened or even registered the doctor's warning, having been too focused on leaving.
Upon Amy's return the author had been on the set alone, looking over the script for the next scene, checking to see if there was anything that she wanted to change. "Where the hell is everyone at?" Amy asked, her voice breaking the silence.
"I told everyone they could have the day off." the author replied while reading through the script in her hand. "Have I told you how fucking stupid you are?"
"Yes. Plenty of times, actually." Amy said with a smart-ass smile.
The author could practically feel Amy's smile as she set the script down on a wooden table and turned to look at her. "I tell you to wear the shoulder pad to avoid injury, you didn't listen and got bit. You didn't wear the fucking vest for protection and you got impaled. Do you need another life threatening injury before you start to listen?"
Amy only scoffed. "You're overreacting. I was fine." she said. "And there's nothing wrong with taking risks. The audience wants the real thing not the same old fake wound bullshit."
"So their want is more important than your own life? What the fuck is wrong with you!" the author shouted as she went over to a small kitchen area that had a few strong drinks in the fridge; which she gladly helped herself to a glass.
Amy rolled her eyes as she followed the author, grabbing the same bottle the author grabbed and took a swig from it rather than pouring herself a glass. "Hey, no one's perfect. You of all people should know that."
"Thanks for the reminder." the author said before pouring herself another glass. "Are you up for the next scene? There might be another injury involved. Still debating over it."
Raising a brow in curiosity Amy took another swig, setting the bottle down and crossing her arms. "Maybe...what kind of injury will it be?"
The author seemed very hesitant to answer, quickly pouring another glass and drinking it slowly. After finishing the drink she gave a sigh. "Possibly...might be...a gunshot?" she spoke. "Mainly to your right arm?"
Amy could not resist and took another swig from the bottle as the author explained, only to spit out the drink after hearing the word 'gunshot'. "What?! You're going to have me shot in the goddamn arm!" Amy shouted, slamming the bottle down in anger. "And what's worse is you're shooting my good arm! Did your brain stop functioning while I was gone?"
The author glared at Amy, tapping her fingers impatiently on the counter. "It's not like you'll actually be hurt if you wear the padding like I told you before! But noooo! Not you! You want to make it real for the audience!"
"Oh shut the fuck up! It works doesn't it!" Amy shouted. "If you don't want to see me being carried out in a stretcher then get a doctor here to be ready to treat whatever injuries I get!"
She wanted to say something but remained silent, thinking over what Amy had said. "A doctor..." she gave Amy a very surprised look. "I can't believe it."
Amy was somewhat confused by the author's comment. "Can't believe what?" she asked.
"That you actually have some intelligence in that idiotic mind of yours." and with that said the author quickly left, leaving a confused Amy with a half-full bottle of Smirnoff.
The stage was set and everyone was there, working on the next chapter of the story. Amy was already in one of the many scenes for the next chapter with everyone watching. The author was watching as well, directing Amy on what to do as well as directing the staff to work on sound and environment effects. Soon enough they reached the moment of truth for this one scene.
"Okay, Amy, stop walking, show some alertness and concern. Silence now." she said, waiting for a moment. "Aaaaaaand...gunshot!"
BANG!
The sound of a gunshot rang out, echoing through the whole set, Amy cried out in pain as her right arm began to bleed from where the bullet entered and exited through, blood pouring from the wound. "Cut! Doctor on set!" the author shouted.
Without hesitation a male doctor emerged from the crowd, running onto the stage to begin treating Amy's wound with ease. Why the author had not thought of this sooner made her feel stupid, but now there would be no need to worry about Amy, unless she found another way to get hurt thanks to her stupidity.