"Dumb luck's always been my forte," Bree joked back weakly. The man... er, Owen? didn't seem angry or keen on shooting her. It was probably because he knew she was a person now, right? It was nice when people came to that conclusion all on their own. And in any case, she actually was really glad she'd wandered into his bag. As scary as he was--knowing he was quite possibly an assassin of some kind did not help--his wife and son were veritable saints.
Bree paused to consider how to reply to the "dropping her off" question. The bus station, if she was close enough, maybe? Otherwise, she might need a plane, and that could get complicated... she was sobering up fast now, but her mind still reeled at the concept. While she was waffling, Julianna answered for her.
"Wuh-huh?" she said, then immediately internally rolled her eyes at herself. She was making suuuuch a great impression on this family of weird nice cat people! Ugh. It made sense though... she didn't really know how to get home and was still, though she loathed to admit it, pretty goddamn injured, by how the pain was starting to seep through everything else. The morphine wearing off, no doubt.
"I, um... thank you," she settled on. She wasn't going to argue if the nice family wanted to take her home, honestly. It would give her time to figure out what was going on, call her mother... get a plan together. She wasn't in the condition to make any big decisions right now, and she was lucky to have people who were willing to help. For once in her goddamn life, she could be smart and not offend every single person who took a positive interest in her. She could. Really.
Her attention turned quickly back to Owen when he asked her a question. An awkward question. One that she should answer. "Oh, uhhhhhhh..." She trailed off awkwardly, her ears pinning back and her cheeks flushing. “It’s, um…” They were nice. They’d seen everything. In a super literal sense, for two of them. She could do this. For sure. She could express, out loud, the details of her condition, to another human being. Or whatever they were. “Nnnnno?” she managed, then coughed. “Uh that is, not in the way… people normally mean that? I’m human, I mean, um, I’m just… really… cursed.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, as if she’d just confessed to something deeply embarrassing. “The sun came up, yeah? That’s why I turned back. I can’t um… It’s a curse, so I can’t just do it whenever.”
She had questions, questions she wanted to ask about them. But Julianna was petting her—just so bizarre, especially when she was a person—and talking about her mother, and oh, here came Cain again. He handed the clothes to Julianna, rather than Bree, which seemed a bit weird, but she was sort of still behind Julianna a bit, so that was fair. She was sort of hoping for some bandages to go with it. She was still kind of bleeding. But not like, a lot? She could probably just… something with… toilet paper.
“Um, thank you,” Bree managed to say to Cain, though she didn’t manage to make eye contact, as she was led gently out of the room by Julianna. Walking was possible, now; she was much less dizzy, but god, did she hurt. But it was still kind of a relief to be away from the men, though she didn’t want to admit it out loud, since that would probably be weird. Not least of all because she was wearing just a lab coat, but mostly just because Julianna seemed the nicest.
“Y-you’re probably right,” she said, apropos of nothing. “About my mom, I mean.” She’d know, right? She was a mother too. “I’ve never been out of the house at night before.” Other than the one time, or in the backyard at her great-grandparents’. She couldn’t actually imagine her mother being ‘worried sick’ or anything similar, but… Well, this was a pretty extreme circumstance. She’d need to call her as soon as possible to let her poor mom know what had happened.
Julianna led her to the bathroom, and Bree took the scrubs from her, and took a few uncertain, tottering steps into the bathroom, which was single occupancy, for better or worse. She hesitated. She desperately wanted to dress herself, but she was genuinely uncertain of her ability to put her arms over her head at the moment, let alone pull herself into a shirt. She could… Uh, she could figure it out. Her desire not to be totally nude in front of a stranger, again, won out.
“I’m pretty sure I can dress myself,” she said, stepping further into the bathroom. “I’ll leave it unlocked, so I can um? Call if I need help or something?” she suggested vaguely. When the older woman didn’t protest, she closed the door, but didn’t lock it.
Okay. Clothes. She could do this.
She winced as she stripped out of the lab coat. Her right side was a mess of blood. She ran some water in the sink, did her best to sort of clean it up with damp paper towels. This was almost certainly a biohazard. But this was a hospital, of sorts, so they could probably handle it. At least she wasn’t bleeding so heavily as to be dripping onto the floor; it was more of a steady ooze. She did, in fact, manage some odd sort of makeshift bandages out of paper towels and toilet paper. They surely would have provided bandages if she asked. She wasn’t going to ask.
“Um,” she managed through the door. “So, are you guys, like… were-cats?” She stifled a yelp of pain as she bent down to pull up the pants, worked very hard at not thinking about where the pants had once been. They didn’t even begin to fit her waist, but there was a draw-string so she could sort of tighten them, enough that they wouldn’t fall all the way down her hips. “The weres back home don’t have any animal traits when they’re in human form, but I’m sure there’s different kinds.” Okay. Now. Shirt. This was difficult, because as she’d predicted she didn’t have the range of movement to stretch her hands over her head. But she did manage to get her head through the neck hole, and from there sort of… let it flop down her, since it was so ludicrously oversized. Then work her arms, slowly, through the sleeves. It was inside-out. Whatever. It was on. She picked up the jacket and sort of folded it up in her arms, to hide the blood stains, then limped to the door and opened it.
“Also, um, do you have, like, a hat…?”
Bree paused to consider how to reply to the "dropping her off" question. The bus station, if she was close enough, maybe? Otherwise, she might need a plane, and that could get complicated... she was sobering up fast now, but her mind still reeled at the concept. While she was waffling, Julianna answered for her.
"Wuh-huh?" she said, then immediately internally rolled her eyes at herself. She was making suuuuch a great impression on this family of weird nice cat people! Ugh. It made sense though... she didn't really know how to get home and was still, though she loathed to admit it, pretty goddamn injured, by how the pain was starting to seep through everything else. The morphine wearing off, no doubt.
"I, um... thank you," she settled on. She wasn't going to argue if the nice family wanted to take her home, honestly. It would give her time to figure out what was going on, call her mother... get a plan together. She wasn't in the condition to make any big decisions right now, and she was lucky to have people who were willing to help. For once in her goddamn life, she could be smart and not offend every single person who took a positive interest in her. She could. Really.
Her attention turned quickly back to Owen when he asked her a question. An awkward question. One that she should answer. "Oh, uhhhhhhh..." She trailed off awkwardly, her ears pinning back and her cheeks flushing. “It’s, um…” They were nice. They’d seen everything. In a super literal sense, for two of them. She could do this. For sure. She could express, out loud, the details of her condition, to another human being. Or whatever they were. “Nnnnno?” she managed, then coughed. “Uh that is, not in the way… people normally mean that? I’m human, I mean, um, I’m just… really… cursed.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, as if she’d just confessed to something deeply embarrassing. “The sun came up, yeah? That’s why I turned back. I can’t um… It’s a curse, so I can’t just do it whenever.”
She had questions, questions she wanted to ask about them. But Julianna was petting her—just so bizarre, especially when she was a person—and talking about her mother, and oh, here came Cain again. He handed the clothes to Julianna, rather than Bree, which seemed a bit weird, but she was sort of still behind Julianna a bit, so that was fair. She was sort of hoping for some bandages to go with it. She was still kind of bleeding. But not like, a lot? She could probably just… something with… toilet paper.
“Um, thank you,” Bree managed to say to Cain, though she didn’t manage to make eye contact, as she was led gently out of the room by Julianna. Walking was possible, now; she was much less dizzy, but god, did she hurt. But it was still kind of a relief to be away from the men, though she didn’t want to admit it out loud, since that would probably be weird. Not least of all because she was wearing just a lab coat, but mostly just because Julianna seemed the nicest.
“Y-you’re probably right,” she said, apropos of nothing. “About my mom, I mean.” She’d know, right? She was a mother too. “I’ve never been out of the house at night before.” Other than the one time, or in the backyard at her great-grandparents’. She couldn’t actually imagine her mother being ‘worried sick’ or anything similar, but… Well, this was a pretty extreme circumstance. She’d need to call her as soon as possible to let her poor mom know what had happened.
Julianna led her to the bathroom, and Bree took the scrubs from her, and took a few uncertain, tottering steps into the bathroom, which was single occupancy, for better or worse. She hesitated. She desperately wanted to dress herself, but she was genuinely uncertain of her ability to put her arms over her head at the moment, let alone pull herself into a shirt. She could… Uh, she could figure it out. Her desire not to be totally nude in front of a stranger, again, won out.
“I’m pretty sure I can dress myself,” she said, stepping further into the bathroom. “I’ll leave it unlocked, so I can um? Call if I need help or something?” she suggested vaguely. When the older woman didn’t protest, she closed the door, but didn’t lock it.
Okay. Clothes. She could do this.
She winced as she stripped out of the lab coat. Her right side was a mess of blood. She ran some water in the sink, did her best to sort of clean it up with damp paper towels. This was almost certainly a biohazard. But this was a hospital, of sorts, so they could probably handle it. At least she wasn’t bleeding so heavily as to be dripping onto the floor; it was more of a steady ooze. She did, in fact, manage some odd sort of makeshift bandages out of paper towels and toilet paper. They surely would have provided bandages if she asked. She wasn’t going to ask.
“Um,” she managed through the door. “So, are you guys, like… were-cats?” She stifled a yelp of pain as she bent down to pull up the pants, worked very hard at not thinking about where the pants had once been. They didn’t even begin to fit her waist, but there was a draw-string so she could sort of tighten them, enough that they wouldn’t fall all the way down her hips. “The weres back home don’t have any animal traits when they’re in human form, but I’m sure there’s different kinds.” Okay. Now. Shirt. This was difficult, because as she’d predicted she didn’t have the range of movement to stretch her hands over her head. But she did manage to get her head through the neck hole, and from there sort of… let it flop down her, since it was so ludicrously oversized. Then work her arms, slowly, through the sleeves. It was inside-out. Whatever. It was on. She picked up the jacket and sort of folded it up in her arms, to hide the blood stains, then limped to the door and opened it.
“Also, um, do you have, like, a hat…?”
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