Post by NightShade on Mar 7, 2010 21:37:12 GMT -5
Ivy sat, sprawled comfortably on the couch with the remote resting on her hip as she watched a rerun of one of her favorite shows, Angel. It was probably a lame show to everyone else, but she liked it and it worked out because no one was around to give her a weird look for watching it. It was one of the episodes from the fifth season, her favorite.
Not a book was laying around near her, because she had finished all of her homework before even the gathering last night in the rec room. She wasn't yet hungry for food, and she knew that her show was on at this time in the morning, and since everyone else would be grazing in the kitchen it was a perfect time to enjoy the solitude of the rec room while she could.
This morning, she wore her favorite hoodie like she always did, but today she felt it was her savior because that small translucently thin patch of green she had spied on her wrist had slowly started to spread to her lower arm, and she knew she needed to cover it. Ivy knew it would probably be a wise idea to try and nip it in the bud before anything bad could happen, but she had only just gotten out of the medical lab so recently, and loathed the idea of going back in.
The hoodie will be good enough. Besides, I'm not worried. No one's here. No one touches me, so there's nothing to worry about, and I'm not coughing or sneezing like it all started last time. It'll be okay, Ivy reassured herself, her hand reflexively going to hold the wrist that had the hint of green on it over the material of the hoodie. It was constantly on her mind, even though it wasn't that noticeable. She giggled at the tv as something funny happened, although her hand never left her wrist, holding it with a grip as if something might happen or seep through.
Not a book was laying around near her, because she had finished all of her homework before even the gathering last night in the rec room. She wasn't yet hungry for food, and she knew that her show was on at this time in the morning, and since everyone else would be grazing in the kitchen it was a perfect time to enjoy the solitude of the rec room while she could.
This morning, she wore her favorite hoodie like she always did, but today she felt it was her savior because that small translucently thin patch of green she had spied on her wrist had slowly started to spread to her lower arm, and she knew she needed to cover it. Ivy knew it would probably be a wise idea to try and nip it in the bud before anything bad could happen, but she had only just gotten out of the medical lab so recently, and loathed the idea of going back in.
The hoodie will be good enough. Besides, I'm not worried. No one's here. No one touches me, so there's nothing to worry about, and I'm not coughing or sneezing like it all started last time. It'll be okay, Ivy reassured herself, her hand reflexively going to hold the wrist that had the hint of green on it over the material of the hoodie. It was constantly on her mind, even though it wasn't that noticeable. She giggled at the tv as something funny happened, although her hand never left her wrist, holding it with a grip as if something might happen or seep through.