It does take a while - quite a while, if one was to be honest - between the time when the door closes behind her and a familiar voice, biting out phrases not exactly suited for polite company, pauses outside the door once more and a rather bedraggled star makes her way back into the room, tray balanced precariously against her hip and breathing heavy.
Her heartbeat is loud in her ears and she is relatively certain that people hadn't seemed half as loud and just plain everywhere before.
She hobbles over to the bed - dropping her crutch and still muttering curses - slides the tray onto the dresser with a clatter, and fairly collapses back onto her side, fingers pressed to her chest and eyes shut.
"Downstairs," she echoes a short while later, after the throbbing in her leghiphead has settled.
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Date: 2007-02-05 06:55 am (UTC)Her heartbeat is loud in her ears and she is relatively certain that people hadn't seemed half as loud and just plain everywhere before.
She hobbles over to the bed - dropping her crutch and still muttering curses - slides the tray onto the dresser with a clatter, and fairly collapses back onto her side, fingers pressed to her chest and eyes shut.
"Downstairs," she echoes a short while later, after the throbbing in her leghiphead has settled.