Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 23, 2007 23:41:18 GMT -5
Briana was having a hard time understanding what was going on. She wasn't sick anymore. The medication that she'd been given for the flu, or whatever had worked. She didn't feel sick anymore, her throat wasn't sore and her head wasn't pounding like it had been, and her stomach wasn't feeling like it needed to empty itself every ten minutes. So, why was she still lying in this bed? Why wasn't a doctor coming in to tell her that everything looked fine, and she was free to go? It wasn't right, she had to get back to her students.
She was back to normal, maybe she felt a little still from being on her back for so long, and maybe her head felt a little wierd, but she hadn't been outside in almost a week. She'd barely left her bed for all that time, it was only natural to feel like that. Now, all she needed to get herself back to her normal perfect condition was to go outside, get some fresh air, maybe take a little walk. It was all she needed, really. But they weren't letting her, and it was starting to get to her.
Bree had spent the last five minutes looking out her window before she finally couldn't stand it anymore. Pushing the blankets off her legs, she stood up and got her jacket form one of the dresser drawers. Pulling it on, she left, still bare-foot, and made her way down the halls to get to the information desk of that floor. She had to get out, and they couldn't stop her. SHe wasn't sick, and keeping her there had to be against the law.
She was back to normal, maybe she felt a little still from being on her back for so long, and maybe her head felt a little wierd, but she hadn't been outside in almost a week. She'd barely left her bed for all that time, it was only natural to feel like that. Now, all she needed to get herself back to her normal perfect condition was to go outside, get some fresh air, maybe take a little walk. It was all she needed, really. But they weren't letting her, and it was starting to get to her.
Bree had spent the last five minutes looking out her window before she finally couldn't stand it anymore. Pushing the blankets off her legs, she stood up and got her jacket form one of the dresser drawers. Pulling it on, she left, still bare-foot, and made her way down the halls to get to the information desk of that floor. She had to get out, and they couldn't stop her. SHe wasn't sick, and keeping her there had to be against the law.
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