Snippet #2312051

Starting to feel a bit better, if not still kind of doped up, she sits back in her chair. The world is less spiny than it was before, and she begins to really look around for the first time. Far down the hallway she sees another girl approaching, and unable to resist, sticks her head out to look at her, leaning almost out of the chair they’ve plopped her down in. “Hmmmm. Looks like there’s actually people here after all.” Mumbling quietly to herself, she leans down in the chair to pick up her fallen forearm crutches, the tall chair with arms making it hard for her to reach them. Her fingers just barely manage to brush the top of one of them, but not enough to grab it. “Poop.” Frowning and thinking rather unkind thoughts about being given crutches when she’s all doped up and not put in her wheelchair, she frowns and gives up the vain effort to pick up the pink walking sticks from the floor.