Iara opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings with more than a bit of confusion. She was in a narrow alley between two apartment buildings, empty but for a few trash cans and some assorted detritus. She furrowed her brows - what, how, where was she and why...
Her shoulder and arm were still aching, and as she looked down, took in the bloody mess that had been her dress. Looked around again. Fuck. It was no longer early-morning. It was no longer even day, really. She must have passed out walking back to her motel room, though apparently she'd at least had the sense to duck into an alley before doing so. Iara didn't remember that, which disturbed her, but well. At least she hadn't fucking fainted in the street, and at least no one had taken notice of her crumpled body during the day, which was certainly something to be thankful for.
She waited a while in the alleyway, breathing deeply and trying to clear her mind. It was growing dark again, evening, and fuck she'd somehow lost a day but okay, okay, she needed to get back to her room. Finally, with a sigh and a grimace, the woman pushed herself to her feet. She started to walk towards the entrance of the alley, but within a few steps she stumbled over some piece of trash, falling into a metal trash can with a loud thump.
"Fuck me," she muttered, a hint of a whine in her tone. She'd just braced herself to get off the trash receptacle when she heard a voice coming towards her. Fuck
She turned to get a better look at the woman approaching her with evident concern. Short, darker-skinned than herself, young, long hair. Her words, though, set Iara's hackles up. This was exactly the kind of situation she'd been trying to avoid. She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and took a step back, away from the woman.
"I'm fine. I mean, I'm not, but. It's fine." she said. Her accent was evident, mostly Australian with just a hint of some other tongue in the pronunciation of certain vowels, if someone was paying attention. "Don't worry about it. I don't want a hospital or ambulance," she added, just to make herself perfectly clear. Hopefully the woman wouldn't be too insistent. She did not feel up to running away, not in her current state.
Her shoulder and arm were still aching, and as she looked down, took in the bloody mess that had been her dress. Looked around again. Fuck. It was no longer early-morning. It was no longer even day, really. She must have passed out walking back to her motel room, though apparently she'd at least had the sense to duck into an alley before doing so. Iara didn't remember that, which disturbed her, but well. At least she hadn't fucking fainted in the street, and at least no one had taken notice of her crumpled body during the day, which was certainly something to be thankful for.
She waited a while in the alleyway, breathing deeply and trying to clear her mind. It was growing dark again, evening, and fuck she'd somehow lost a day but okay, okay, she needed to get back to her room. Finally, with a sigh and a grimace, the woman pushed herself to her feet. She started to walk towards the entrance of the alley, but within a few steps she stumbled over some piece of trash, falling into a metal trash can with a loud thump.
"Fuck me," she muttered, a hint of a whine in her tone. She'd just braced herself to get off the trash receptacle when she heard a voice coming towards her. Fuck
She turned to get a better look at the woman approaching her with evident concern. Short, darker-skinned than herself, young, long hair. Her words, though, set Iara's hackles up. This was exactly the kind of situation she'd been trying to avoid. She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and took a step back, away from the woman.
"I'm fine. I mean, I'm not, but. It's fine." she said. Her accent was evident, mostly Australian with just a hint of some other tongue in the pronunciation of certain vowels, if someone was paying attention. "Don't worry about it. I don't want a hospital or ambulance," she added, just to make herself perfectly clear. Hopefully the woman wouldn't be too insistent. She did not feel up to running away, not in her current state.
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