Glinda nodded, a satisfied look on her face. "I knew you'd agree, dearest."
But they both lapsed into a very tense silence, each not knowing what to say to the other. Glinda was waiting for Elphaba to explain herself, what was going on, but the green woman was completely focused on counting the seconds until the four men that the blonde had sent to the bridge returned. Every second in the dark was like torture to Elphaba, and even though it didn't show on her face, Glinda could easily tell.
Soon, the silence became too much for the blonde. But as Glinda opened her mouth to question Elphaba, the green woman interrupted as though reading her thoughts. "You should go get a doctor." She jerked her head towards the door in a dismissal that verged on the apologetic.
Glinda paused, obviously surprised at being dismissed in her own house. But then, with a long and lingering glance at the emerald woman, she nodded. "Alright, Elphie…. But you aren't getting out of telling me what's going on. I worry, especially after being told my friend and old boyfriend is dying… And you showing up looking like you are… After so long…" But when Elphaba didn't even look up, she sighed, and left to find the nearest doctor.
As soon as Elphaba heard the click of the door shutting, she relaxed slightly. With a quick glance at it, she got to her feet, finally allowing herself to fully focus on her own wound. Pulling her scarf back up to cover her face, she quickly began tearing off even more strips of cloth from her many skirts. That was one advantage to wearing things in layers. Contrary to Glinda's popular belief that it was some sort of fashion trend, it helped to save lives.
Hopefully.
If those damned four men got back soon.
Untying her cloak, she flung it onto the large bed. Quickly and awkwardly wrapping the cloth around her shoulder as tight as possible, wincing every now and then. Nobody was made of stone, and even though Elphaba preferred pretending to be instead of showing her emotions, nobody could do that forever. Pain was one of the few things that almost always found a way through her mask. Luckily she had been able to get rid of Glinda, or the blonde would have found out about her shoulder. She didn't want any doctor touching her for fear that he might report back to the Wizard. And anyway, she could manage. The woman always had in the past. Once her shoulder was sufficiently bound up, Elphaba grabbed her cloak, quickly tying it back around her shoulder.
Then, bootsteps were heard, obviously moving quickly towards the room. The woman could faintly hear Glinda's high-pitched voice along with them. "Oh come this way, to my bedchambers. Doctor, you'll find it much better than the entry hall to treat my poor friend. Edward, Clark, you four, keep up!" She paused, as though listening to something. Most likely the doctor. "Of course it is better! I can assure you that there's nobody in there, and you would have been crowded halfway to insanity with everybody looking over your shoulder!"
Elphaba had to admire Glinda's quick thinking. The blonde was obviously keeping herself occupied by mindlessly chatting with the doctor as though nothing were wrong. But she had read Elphaba's mind, in a sense. No doctor for her.
But where to hide? Elphaba's left hand - the unwounded side, as the right was in pain now - went up to her face, pulling the scarf back up. Keeping it there to avoid any unintentional spotting of verdigris, she dashed onto the balcony, pushing the sliding door closed and stepping away from the window just as the door to Glinda's main room opened.
Elphaba leaned against the wall, and, closing her eyes, slowly slid down it until she was sitting. Crossing her legs, she pulled her cloak tighter around herself before shifting slightly. It was impossible to hear what was going on, so she'd have to wait until the doctor left, and Glinda thought enough to figure out where she was.
And so she settled in to wait.