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There were certain decisions that Gina had made in the past few days that, while she thought had been wise, were either entirely foolish, or absolutely futile. The first of which being the incidence with the cops—apparently, the officers she had the run-in with had a long history of really, really not liking mutants. Gina was just the mutant girl who was luckily enough to take the beating. A chain of unwise decisions followed that. One being, she’d kept it as quiet as she could. She didn’t want her friends to worry about her, didn’t want things to get too blown out of proportion. Pamela would handle it, then Gina would go back to school, and try to forget about the whole thing.
There was something shameful about getting attacked by police officers. She didn’t want to talk about it, and needless to say, she wasn’t so great.
There was, however, another plan in-store for her—courtesy of some rogue camera phone, someone had caught the beatdown and put it up on ViewTube. The “low profile” that Gina had previously aspired towards was now effectively blown out of the water. She hadn’t gotten too many calls just yet. One from DocProf saying he’d be over as soon as possible—as soon as people stopped paying her so much attention, so he could surreptitiously heal her and bring her back to the Mansion—multiple from her mother and brothers, some from various Mansion students wishing her well and vowing action against the injustice, but nothing that Gina couldn’t take in-stride.
Hmmmmm…
Gina’s phone hummed and the gargoyle turned her gaze. The outer screen illumed to show that a call was incoming, and she looked at the screen. Her stomach dropped.
Hmmmmm…
The phone chipperly proclaimed “Aggs!”
Oh crap, Agnes. Gina hadn’t told Agnes. Ignoring it wouldn’t be the wisest move. In fact, Agnes would probably kill her. Or, kill her more, rather.
Hmmmmm…. Hmmmmm…
Might as well answer before the call went to voicemail—Gina flipped the phone open and held it to her ear. She smiled as she readied her most chipper voice, wincing as the large bruise on her face reminded her not to smile. Her voice, as a result, came out haltingly but still light.
“Heeeey Agnes, haven’t talked to you in a while,” the gargoyle greeted casually, playing cool in the off-chance that her sister hadn’t seen the video.
Where was that little gargoyle? Agnes was getting just a tad bit fet up with her. After everything that had happened in these last few days—seeing Jasmine again, Carol hitting on her, running into Rebecca, then the long conversation through text messages, and her sister was not answering her phone so that she could tell her all this! Of course Agnes had pretty much barricaded herself in studying for her finals and texting/yelling/making-up with Rebecca over the phone, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t make take for her sister.
Of course, it would help if SHE WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER THE PHONE![/b]
Agnes grumbled as she sat back in her chair, relaxing in the rec room of her floor of Juilliard, staring out a window that had a perfect view of the city. From this high up, it almost reminded her of flying, but it was far different when she couldn’t feel the wind on her wings. Maybe that was why she thought of Gina…the wind in her wings.
Pulling her phone out, she tried to argue with herself that it was useless, but figured that there was no harm in trying again. So, unlocking her phone she sifted through her contacts until she found Gina’s number and dialed.
Riiiiiiiiing…
Sigh.
Riiiiiiiiiing…
Yup. Not answering again…
Riiii---
>> “Heeeey Agnes, haven’t talked to you in a while,”[/color]
Agnes blinked in surprise. Was she really just listening to her sister’s voice after all this time? Gina? Her sister?
“Gina? Gina!” she grinned. “Where the HELL[/b] have you been? I’ve been trying to get you for days! I have half a mind to thump you on your head! You forget you have a sister here?”[/color]
Okay…she needed to let off just a tiny bit of steam…
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>> “Gina?”
No, her evil twin sister—Gina retorted mentally, with a note of sarcasm. Of course it was her! With a twinge of guilt, she hadn’t exactly been tethered to her phone much in of late, but it wasn’t her fault. She was too busy being a martyr, or some such thing.
“In the flesh?” Gina answered, an uncertain lilt trailing at the end of the droll quip. Could you legitimately say that over the phone? Because you weren’t physically there, so it wasn’t really “in the flesh”… anyways. Gina shook her head and refocused on Agnes’s end of the line.
>> “Gina! Where the HELL have you been? I’ve been trying to get you for days! I have half a mind to thump you on your head! You forget you have a sister here?”
Gina laughed apologetically, rubbing the back of her head as Agnes scolded her. Well, crud. This was a sticky situation. She had yet to tell Agnes (well, anyone) about the hospital, and now she had to explain why she hadn’t been diligent about answering her phone. Err on the side of vagueness? Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
“Aaaaugh, sorry sis,” Gina sighed, “I’ve been… eeehhh, kinda preoccupied. Poor baby cell phone’s been suffering some neglect. I’d never forget you though-!” Gina pouted at the receiver, though there was a smile in there somewhere. Talking to Agnes always put her in a good mood. This time around, though, the trick would be breaking the news to her gently. Somehow. She’d find a way to casually bring it up in conversation, since God knew Gina couldn’t lie to her sister. “How’ve you been, lady?”
The fit-to-kill attitude that Agnes had started this conversation with had started to finally diminish. Though she was upset with Gina for not answering her phone lately (seriously, what were they for if she didn’t answer!?), just hearing the young gargoyle’s voice had started to make her feel a hundred times better. She had been deprived of her sister’s presence for far too long and she really felt like they needed a day out. There was so much going on in her life and she could only imagine what Gina’s life had been like lately.
In the simplest terms possible, they needed to catch up. Oh, maybe that is what she could invite her today! She could guilt Gina into it since she had been neglecting her phone lately.
Yeeessss…the perfect plan.
>> “Aaaaugh, sorry sis, I’ve been… eeehhh, kinda preoccupied. Poor baby cell phone’s been suffering some neglect. I’d never forget you though-! How’ve you been, lady?”[/color]
“You ought to be reported to child phone services,” she retorted with a chuckle. “I’ve been…okay. Some things have come up lately that I’m handling.”
She shrugged as she leaned back in her bed. A soft smile started to play on her lips as she thought about her vibrant and energetic sister. The last time they were out was when they went to the zoo months ago. The matching stuffed animal she got was still situated gently at the corner of her bed. Idly she picked it up and began to pet it.
“Oh wow…”
Agnes arched a brow as she leaned over the edge of her bed to see Felicia there, watching something on her cell phone. It looked like a grainy video but the young runaway couldn’t make it out from here. She shrugged and leaned back against her own pillows.
“Hey, sis,” she said. “Let’s have dinner tonight, okay? I feel like we need to catch up. Besides, you owe me for being a terrible person,” she snickered. Yes, the guilt trip begins.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Dec 17, 2012 14:43:44 GMT -6
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>> “You ought to be reported to child phone services.”
Gina chuckled and agreed, “I should be.”
But then, they’d take her cell phone away and give it to someone who actually took care of it—which would totally throw a wrench in the whole “answer your dang phone” tirade that Gina constantly seemed to be given. For as social of a person as she was, she had a hard time answering her phone with regularity.
>> “I’ve been…okay. Some things have come up lately that I’m handling.”
“Things?” Gina echoed, her voice lilting and crooning in a blatantly curious, but equally cautious, “What sort of ‘things’?”
It was obvious that they needed to catch-up… particularly when “things” were involved. Gina smiled as her sister chipperly snagged Gina’s attention. The expression quickly faded, the more that Agnes spoke, however.
>> “Hey, sis. Let’s have dinner tonight, okay? I feel like we need to catch up. Besides, you owe me for being a terrible person.”
Gina paled faintly.
Sh*t.
Gina could deflect the invitation, push it towards a later date (after she was out of the hospital), but she’d need a damn good reason. And Gina could not lie to Agnes, especially not about this. She hadn’t told her about it either, though. As Gina contemplated what the morally “right” decision was in this situation, a pregnant silence fell. The gargoyle subconsciously sighed, and shifted the receiver to her other ear.
She was going to be so, so dead.
“Aggs…” Gina sighed, rubbing her forehead gingerly, “I… can’t. I wouldn’t be able to make dinner tonight.”
She rolled her lips together, her heart flopping in her chest, “There’s something I haven’t told you—but only because I didn’t want you to worry about me! I’m fine now! But, um..”
Gina could feel the tension building over the line of conversation.
“I’m kinda in the hospital,” the gargoyle finally confessed, spewing the confession out hastily.
There, she’d said it. Agnes was going to be pissed, but at least Gina had told her eventually.
Agnes narrowed her eyes as she looked over the edge of the bed. Whatever Felicia was watching on her phone seemed awfully loud and a bit…violent. She knew that her roommate was into that sort of thing but she didn’t always like to be in the same room with it. But who was she to kick her out of her own room? Besides, Felicia would be leaving for the holiday tomorrow so she was going to have to just deal with the young woman’s questionable taste in videos.
Turning her focus back to the phone, she noticed that Gina still had yet to respond to her invite. What, did she have plans? She knew it was rude to offer so last minute but she really wanted to see her sister. But, why was Gina evading? Maybe she was trying to come up with some excuse to not go. What, did she have a hot date or something with Koga?
>> “Aggs…I… can’t. I wouldn’t be able to make dinner tonight.”[/color]
“Aw, come on, Gina,” Agnes started to say. “It’s been awhile since we’ve see each other.”
She rolled her eyes. Maybe it was wrong of her to push the guilt trip card but she knew that she wanted to see her sister. In reality she was not going to make Gina do anything she didn’t want to do but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make her feel at least a tad bit guilty about it. Well, only a little bit but Agnes would live with that.
“No…way…”
Agnes winced at the sounds of a girl screaming from Felicia’s phone. She really had enough of Felicia’s obsession with horror movies right now.
>> “I’m kinda--” [/color]
“Ugh, hold on,” she said to the phone, but she may have held it a bit too far out for Gina to hear. Pressing it down against her pillow, she again leaned over the edge of her bed and grabbed her roommate’s attention. “Felicia, can you please lower that? I’m trying to talk to my sister.”
Felicia jumped and pulled the earbud out of her ear.
“What? OH, Agnes, sorry,” she said as she started to lower the volume on her phone. “It’s just…have you seen this, girl? The city’s going nuts…”
Agnes was about to wave off the offer to look at Felicia’s horror clip and turn away when she paused. The screen held out towards her, she watched the grainy video for half a moment, trying to figure out what she was looking out and why one of the people looked so familiar. The gray skin, large bat-wings, the talons, even though the poor quality of video she could see those features clearly. She also saw it clearly as police batons were struck against each of those areas that resulted in a familiar scream from the gargoyle-looking woman.
Her heart literally stopped. Weakly she pulled herself back up onto her bed, shaking as she held the phone to her ear. It couldn’t be…right? Gina wouldn’t go through something like that and not tell her. She just wouldn’t…
“Gina…” she whispered over the phone. “Where are you?”
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Agnes had dismissed herself as Gina launched into her explanation, which the gargoyle only realized once she finished the hole, apologetic explanation. It was vague, but it was an explanation. Once Gina finished, she paused, expecting the worst, only to be greeted by silence.
“Agnes…? Please don’t be mad,” Gina murmured to the abandoned other end of the line, “I just didn’t want you worr-“
There was a rustling on the other end, and Gina broke off. Agnes hadn’t heard any of her explanation.
>> “Gina… Where are you?”
“I’m kind-of in the hospital,” Gina reiterated lamely, rubbing her face, “But I’m okay, really. I’ll be out when I’m better, and then I swear, we can totally do dinner.”
The gargoyle bit her lip. She was dead, either way. Gina could sense it.
“I just didn’t want you to worry… I figured that with this being the season for finals and such, you already had plenty on your plate.”
The last thing she needed was a hospitalized friend to add to the stressors.
Agnes felt a little numb. In the fraction of silence that was between her and her sister over the phone, Agnes mind spun a mile a minute as she tried to consider exactly what was going on. Did she really just see Gina in that video? Did she watch her become a victim of police brutality? Gina wasn’t a guilty type of person, in ANY aspect of the word. So who would be degraded enough to actually raise anything against her in anger? Who could cause her such suffering?
No, it had to be false. She had to be mistaken. Maybe it was just another mutant that looked a little like Gina and shared the same powers? It was a bit farfetched but not completed. That video was awfully grainy so there was no telling. Nope, it couldn’t be Gina. Any second down her sister was going to laugh it off that she was home, in bed, eating kit-kats or something.
But as much as she hoped it would be true, she knew that it wasn’t. Deep down, she knew that was her sister she saw on that video and that that was her voice. She knew it even before Gina confirmed over the phone…
>> “I’m kind-of in the hospital…But I’m okay, really. I’ll be out when I’m better, and then I swear, we can totally do dinner. I just didn’t want you to worry… I figured that with this being the season for finals and such, you already had plenty on your plate.”[/color]
Crushed and angry. Those were the best possible words to describe exactly how Agnes was feeling right now. She was crushed because for a second she began to feel guilty, that it was her fault she didn’t know what was going on in Gina’s life and therefore she should have known what had happened to her. But on the other hand, she was angry; not only at the police who had done this to her sister, but at Gina too. How dare she not inform her under the pretense that she was “worried” about how much she had on her plate.
Gina was family. And family always[/b] comes first. Grinding her teeth a little, Agnes kept her voice subdued since she didn’t want to alert Felicia who was still in the bunk underneath her.
>> “I’m really sorry.”[/color]
Agnes closed her eyes and tried to keep calm. All this was just so much to process that she needed to take one step at a time. First, and most obvious was…
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A pregnant silence fell, and Gina grimaced—she was a dead gargoyle and she knew it well. Something important—something life-shattering—had happened, and she’d neglected to tell her sister about it. Gina’s hold on the phone tightened as her apology settled into the silence.
“Aggs, I’m so sorry,” Gina mumbled abashedly.
>> “Which hospital are you in?”
The gargoyle rolled her lips together. Her argument was failing fast. She was all beaten-up and not in fantastic shape. She didn’t want Agnes to see her like this. But, even if her sister sounded calm, it was the dangerous “don’t piss me off anymore than you already have” calm.
“Mount Sinai Medical Center,” Gina murmured, her hand tightening on the phone. She knew there was no point in trying to convince her sister of staying away… knew that Agnes intended on seeing her, and was set in her decision. Gina only could comply and hope her sister wasn’t too miffed with her.
“Tell them we’re related, and have them call me to prove it,” Gina murmured, “Agnes Schuyler. There’ve been a couple of reporters who have tried to get an audience with me, they’re not letting a lot of people in…”
Agnes remained quiet a she just listened to the silence on the other end of the line. It didn’t make her feel better to know that Gina was in the hospital, much less that she at least now had a reason as to why Gina had been dodging her lately. Agnes knew that Gina would be okay, at least she hoped, but she still needed to yell at her. Yes, this happened to Gina, but Agnes had a right to know, even if Gina didn’t want to tell her right away. It was just not right for sisters to be left in the dark like that.
At least in Agnes’ mind.
She sighed and she waited. She knew that Gina was not going to just hang up on her. Though she didn’t want Gina to feel any worse than she was sure she already did, she needed to know where she was. She needed to see her in person.
>> “Mount Sinai Medical Center,”[/color]
A quick mental note was made. She would use her phone to see how quickly she could get there.
>> “Tell them we’re related, and have them call me to prove it…Agnes Schuyler. There’ve been a couple of reporters who have tried to get an audience with me, they’re not letting a lot of people in…”[/color]
Another quick note. Agnes Schuyler. She liked the ring of that. Maybe eventually it wouldn’t be all that bad of her to change her name. After all, the last thing she wanted right now was to think about being associated with her parents. Her life was stressful enough.
But back to the matter at hand. Gina, her sister, had been brutally beaten and kept that fact from her. Obviously she couldn’t just let that go. She needed to see her, to make sure that, 1) she was okay, and 2) to yell at her for keeping this silent.
Taking a breath, though, she knew that she had to save her disappointment. She didn’t want Gina to feel worse but how could she just look past what her young sister had done? With a sigh, she cleared her throat and made ready to speak again.
“Gina…it-it’s okay. Just…” she sighed as she wiped a stray tear away. “A-Are you in pain? Do you need anything? I’m coming right now.”
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Gina waited uneasily as the silence continued to sit. Normally, silences between the two girls weren’t so uncomfortable. But it wasn’t everyday that someone wound-up in the hospital and failed to tell their surrogate sister. The gargoyle heard her sister sigh on the other end of the line, a frown crossing her features. She was going to get it. It wasn’t even a question just a matter of when.
>> “Gina…it-it’s okay. Just… A-Are you in pain? Do you need anything? I’m coming right now.”
The gargoyle felt her stomach flop. The soup of pain medications, though not as potent as when she’d gotten shot, were keeping her in a foggy, painless complacency. Not that this was a problem. But, whenever Gina moved a muscle, there was a dull ache there to remind her, “Oh, by the way, the NYPD beat the snot out of you. Don’t you feel fantastic?”
“N-no, I’m fine,” Gina said, her voice as light as the gargoyle could manage. Gina thought her voice sounded weak, with a sorry side of placating. Sure, Gina felt alright, so long as she was drugged-up, but she looked like trash. Bruises everywhere, cuts and scrapes from hitting the pavement… but worst of all was her wings. The slender bones that supported them stuck out in unnatural ways from being broken, and her wings sat oddly behind her, unable to fold. The nursing staff at the human hospital were baffled, DocProf couldn’t get in… so instead, they called a veterinarian who specialized in small, undomesticated animals. One of her specialties—bats. The doctor hadn’t made it yet though, “I don’t look so hot, but I feel alright.”
Gina knew the visit was inevitable, so she didn’t argue that point. But, she wasn’t pleased about it. There was a certain degree of shame associated with being beaten by police, even if the brutality was mistaken. Some were approaching Gina as if she were a martyr, but Gina felt a pang of guilt, and the inclination to crawl under a rock and wait for the next internet sensation to take the spotlight.
She couldn’t think of anything that she would need, but maybe it would be good to give Agnes a mission…? To distract her…?
“I wouldn’t mind some, uh…” the gargoyle paused. What would she want that she couldn’t get in the hospital? “I wouldn’t mind some Rolo’s. If it’s not an inconvenience.”
>> “N-no, I’m fine, I don’t look so hot, but I feel alright.”[/color]
Agnes nodded as she scooted herself off her bed and started to immediately gather things for the trip to the hospital. She was still wearing her pajamas but, deftly, she managed to slip on her jeans and a top without taking Gina away from her ear. Felicia glanced at her curiously but turned back to her phone, thankfully. Agnes really didn’t want to explain things to her right now. Instead, she needed to focus on Gina and nothing more.
She was already slipping on her shoes as she waited for Gina to ask for something, anything. So that she at least felt a little useful. She may not be able to heal her sister, but she could certainly do something to help her.
>> “I wouldn’t mind some, uh…I wouldn’t mind some Rolo’s. If it’s not an inconvenience.”[/color]
“Nope! I’m on my way now, Gina. Just hold on, okay?” Once she got confirmation from her, Agnes hung up the line and made a beeline for the front door. All she muttered was a “see ya” to Felicia before she was out and headed for the elevator.
***
Agnes flew. She didn’t care if she scared people, or if she exposed herself too much, the young insect queen needed the cool air of the evening to clear her head. After watching that video and talking to Gina on the phone, her mind was in a whirl. What the hell was going on? Who could have done something so malicious to somebody like Gina? The young gargoyle was so sweet and innocent that no one should ever be able to lift a finger at her.
But the video. The way those cops beat her. It was just insanity. She couldn’t make heads or tails of it. As a matter of fact, it hurt to think on it for too long. Slowly, though, she managed to push it out as she went on a search for Rolos. It took a few convenient store searches, but eventually she found one at a little “Sip N’ Go” hole in the wall.
Candy slipped into her pocket, Agnes made her way to the hospital. Low and behold, Gina was right. Even from the sky she could see how crowded people were. They were just everywhere, clamoring to get in, to speak to the injured mutant but also trying to stay out of the way of innocent people who were coming in and out.
To not draw attention to herself, Agnes touched down in a hidden corner of the parking lot, slipped on her jacket over her wings to hide them, and made her way into the hospital, past news reporters of all types. It was no better inside since she could have sworn that she saw a couple still sulking around.
Making her way to the front desk, Agnes carefully introduced herself to the nurse as Agnes Schuyler and waited for them to call up and confirm with Gina. She hoped that she hurried, though. She didn’t like the eyes of these reporters following her…
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>> “Nope! I’m on my way now, Gina. Just hold on, okay?”
“See ya when you get here,” Gina agreed.
Like that, Agnes hung-up. Gina exhaled slowly. She was toast. Absolute toast.
Time galloped onward at times, and dragged its feet at others. It might have been the drug-induced haze. Gina would nod-off, only to wake-up a few minutes later, look at the clock or out the window… stare… check her phone, nod back off. She was tired, as was her body, and the wounds did not help.
She was awoken by the ringing of the phone. The gargoyle stirred, lifting her head. It took a few rings for her to realize that the phone was ringing, and one ring more to reach over and answer it. She pressed the receiver to her pointed ear, clearing her throat.
“Gina,” she said plainly. Of course it was her. She wasn’t sharing a room, right now.
“Your sister is here to see you… says her name is Agnes Schuyler?” a nasally female voice announced.
“Blue eyes and brown hair?” Gina clarified. The woman gave a faint, ‘mmhmm’, “I’m expecting her, she can come up. Thank you. Yes. Goodbye.”
She hung the phone up and sighed. Within minutes, Agnes would be there. Gina ran a hand through her hair, patting it back, and she straightened the hospital gown. She had to look presentable. Gina frowned at the numerous bruises, groaned at her aching face, which told her there were more bruises. She couldn’t do anything about those. Not while she was bedridden.
Gina would just have to put on a smiling face and hope Agnes didn’t see through it.
Minutes later, the door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped in.
“Hey, Agnes,” Gina greeted, breathing the “hey” like a sigh of relief and wearing a small, slightly pained smile.
Agnes hated waiting for so long but she knew that there was nothing that she could do about it. She needed to be patient and hoped that she could get up to see her sister without having to worry about being tracked down by a bunch of attention seeking journalists. As a matter of fact, she was certain that a pair of these men were eyeballing her, trying to see if she were connected to the events they wanted to get the scoop on. But Agnes had a good poker face.
Thankfully, not long after a suspicious woman was walking up to her, an inquiry hanging on her lips, Agnes was told she had approval to go up. Muttering her thanks, and taking her Visitor’s Pass, Agnes slipped by the reporters and into an elevator. Quietly she muttered to herself, riding up to Gina’s floor and fingering the package of Rolos in her pocket. Every second felt like an eternity but before she knew it, she had finally reached the appropriate floor.
She stepped out and instantly Agnes felt like she was being taken back to the last time she was in the hospital for Gina. The young gargoyle had gotten shot while out flying and nearly killed. And it seemed as if she were in for nearly the same issues.
Damn that gargoyle sister for always attracting trouble!
With a quick confirmation to the nurses that she was here to see her sister, Agnes moved past them and made her way to the room. Stopping outside, she steeled herself up before she finally stepped in…
>> “Hey, Agnes,”[/color]
She gasped. Probably more than she meant to, but she just couldn’t help it; her sister looked terrible. Not in a superficial way, but she looked like she had been sent through the ringer. Bruises, cuts, bumps, bandaged limbs, wings, everything looked just so absolutely horrible that Agnes couldn’t at first comprehend that this was her sister.
But the voice, cheerful and peppy (though tired) proved that it was indeed her. Agnes’ heart sank.
“Oh my god….Gina…” she whispered as tears clung to her eyes. Instantly she was at the young gargoyle’s side and hugged her, trying to be careful to not jostle her around too much. “What the…What the F***?”
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Agnes gasped. Gina’s smile faltered in response. It took her sister a moment to register the damage that had been done to the gargoyle, and during the inspection, Gina remained unmoving and silent. The grey girl waited for it to all sink in—hell, seeing the video was probably quite surreal. Agnes probably hadn’t believed it until she saw her sister with her own eyes. At least she wasn’t crying, Gina thought, exhaling something of a sigh of relief.
>> “Oh my god….Gina…”
Spoke to soon. Gina could see the tears getting ready to spill over as Agnes closed the distance between the two of them. Gina leaned forward and hugged her sister, wincing as she moved her arms more than they’d moved in the last few days.
>> “What the…What the F***?”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Gina said reflexively, leaning out of the hug, “I mean… I mean, they did do a number on me, but it’s nothing the hospital can’t handle. The wings are the worst part, but they called the zoologist for that... or a vet. Something like that”
Gina gave a faint, anxious laugh. She had a sneaking suspicion that Agnes wasn’t astonished by just the injuries. But, if Agnes didn’t bring up the attack or the video, Gina wouldn’t either.
“I’ll be fine, sis,” Gina smiled, “Honest engine.”