Post by Channah on Aug 22, 2012 22:00:21 GMT -5
Channah walked through the doors of the Hospital Wing, somewhere she had visited less often than she had meant to after these few months, these days that had seemed like forever. She wore the entire ensemble that Nadia had given her, feeling very proud of it and herself, her self esteem higher than it ever had been before. The truth was, she hadn't visited Amy Frost's body after her make-over yet, and she felt bad. She looked great, but that didn't need to mean she had to be a jerk. She tried her best not to be, in fact, she worked very hard not to let compliments get to her head. Although she still wasn't exactly turning every head in the hall, the occasional compliments she did get she tried to deflect toward Nadia if the opportunity presented itself. She really owed it all to her, but now, there was someone else she had to pay respect to.
She settled into her stool next to Amy Frost's bed, looking at the other girl's face fondly. She had done her best as of late to avoidbecoming a lesbian confusing herself, but this was one girl she just couldn't leave in the dust. She slipped her hand into Amy Frost's warm-yet-lifeless ones, entwining her fingers through hers to make sure she had a pulse. It was weak, yes, probably from the lack of movement, but she could feel it. She tried to will her own energy into Amy, wishing there was some sort of magic she could do to make her better again.
She hummed a little to distract herself from the pangs of sadness she was starting to feel. If only she could play Quidditch. If only she had faster reflexes. She could have saved her, could have done something, but no, now she was here, useless and pretty like she felt she was supposed to be.
She squeezed tight.
"How are you, Amy?" She asked. There was no reply, of course. She wasn't delusional. Though she wished with all her might that there would be, she was glad that she was at least there to talk to. She had heard this helped, that talking to people who weren't exactly "around" would help them when they came back. "I'm doing pretty good. I made friends, and um.." She took a deep breath. "Well, I wish you were here so I could get to know you better, too." Channah looked the sleep-like girl up and down, unashamed considering the girl had no idea she was looking at her. "You're gonna be better soon, I can feel it."
[ooc: Open! Amy Frost is comatose because I say so.]
She settled into her stool next to Amy Frost's bed, looking at the other girl's face fondly. She had done her best as of late to avoid
She hummed a little to distract herself from the pangs of sadness she was starting to feel. If only she could play Quidditch. If only she had faster reflexes. She could have saved her, could have done something, but no, now she was here, useless and pretty like she felt she was supposed to be.
She squeezed tight.
"How are you, Amy?" She asked. There was no reply, of course. She wasn't delusional. Though she wished with all her might that there would be, she was glad that she was at least there to talk to. She had heard this helped, that talking to people who weren't exactly "around" would help them when they came back. "I'm doing pretty good. I made friends, and um.." She took a deep breath. "Well, I wish you were here so I could get to know you better, too." Channah looked the sleep-like girl up and down, unashamed considering the girl had no idea she was looking at her. "You're gonna be better soon, I can feel it."
[ooc: Open! Amy Frost is comatose because I say so.]