A Very Bloody and Bruised Goth
Made by @Avis Greymond
Interacting with @Agnes Deadmann and @Nancy McLoughlin
The pain seared up my side. I felt like my body was lit on fire.
I licked my split lip, feeling a sharp tang of metallic flavor.
The taste of my own blood. I impulsively licked it again.
I felt the blood dribble down my chin and drip unto the floor. It barely made any noise, but to me, it sounded like pounding.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
But, in my pain-riddled mind, it sounded more like a bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
I desperately wanted it to stop. I felt my face swelling, puffing up and becoming much more painful.
And I knew that I would have at least 1 black eye. It hurt if I tried to make faces, so I knew that Shorter One had cracked me pretty hard in the jaw.
Suddenly, I felt very dizzy.
Dizzy enough to fall.
Thankfully though, I stumbled into Agnes, holding on as tight as I could to the other Goth.
Another dizzy wave washed over me. A voice in my mind helpfully supplied the suggestion that maybe, just maybe, I had a concussion.
Wouldn't that be just my luck, eh?
To come back to school, only to get beaten up badly enough that I had a dislocated shoulder and a concussion. Along with other minor, less damaging problems.
Bright lights danced in front of me, but I refused to let that stop me from walking, no matter how painful and tedious it might be.
My shoulder felt like someone had set fire ants upon it.
I was sure that it was dislocated. Partly because it was limp. I couldn't move it at all without feeling the urge to scream bloody murder.
The other part was because it looked particularly twisted and painful. I couldn't help it though. I laughed.
Deliriously. Hysterically. I laughed until tears ran from my battered and bruised face.
I coughed, feeling the fire in my chest flair up.
Maybe I had rib contusions to add up to my list of injuries.
Hell, I probably looked worse than the time my father tried rock-climbing.
Just a few more steps until we reached the Hospital Wing.
Hopefully, the nurse there would be able to help.
Maybe they would give me something to fall asleep?
Dreamless Sleep, preferably.
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Last edited by Nyx Blackheart on 31 Oct 2025, 18:15, edited 1 time in total.
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A Very Bloody and Bruised Goth
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PC: Logan Baird
iNPC: Zoya Chernova
2nd Gen: Avalon Briard
Staff: Nancy McLoughlin
A Very Bloody and Bruised Goth
Made by @Avis Greymond
Interacting with @Agnes Deadmann and @Nancy McLoughlin
I groaned as I was led to a bed, every inch of my body aching. It felt like my veins were on fire. The nurse, whom I didn’t recognize, asked me where it hurt. I let out another delirious laugh, wincing when my ribs flared up again and muttered everywhere. I managed to garble out that my shoulder was probably dislocated. I bit back a scream at how painful it was when I tried to move it.
I muttered under my breath that my ribs hurt like hell on ice. I honestly couldn’t tell anymore where the pain was worst. Everything was hurting. My eye throbbed again, making me grimace, which in return hurt my swelling jaw. I couldn’t help but gasp when I adjusted my position on the bed. Black spots dancing in my vision, teasing me, pestering me. I moaned. Why oh why did those 2 Ravenclaw idiots just had to mess with me today?
I whimpered. It was worse now that I wasn’t walking anymore. It was better when I was walking. I wondered idly if my legs had anything. I was limping a bit but nothing too bad. So perhaps just bruised.
I watched as the nurse waved her wand over me and healed my split lip and the other minor injuries.
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