The words didn't make sense in her mind as she came to, the smell of alcohol strong in the room that she was laying in. Pain danced along her body, a tingling sensation running down her arm as she tried to gather her wits. "What had happened?" The question remained in her mind. Her eyelids were too heavy, something tickled against her cheek. To her left, there was a steady beeping sound that she couldn't place. There was something in her arm - a pinching sensation that only got worse as she tried to move her fingers.Aden-OCarrol shouts "I know a yellow bellied, spinless, white livered, tit sucking caitiff of gutless invertabrate like you. Cant fight your own battles You need gang."
"Well, it looks like one of them is waking up."
Tierney's eyebrow twitched. She hated the smell of antiseptic, she preferred natural ways to clean. It made a pressure build in her sinuses that made her want to sneeze, but her instincts told her not to. She became aware of the breathing in the bed next to hurt. She tried to open her eyes again and felt something cold touch her skin, "Pulse is normal, too. Surprised they both pulled through, as bad as their wounds were." It was as she heard the man spoke, Tierney became aware of the splitting headache that she had. But what had happened, what wounds?
A voice rang through her mind. Her voice rang through her mind. She recognized it, as angry as it was. There was a flash of Sawyer's face, bloodied and smirking near her. She could remember the weight of her pistol in her hand - the familiar, comforting weight of it in her grasp. The other voice was an unfamiliar one, a man's voice. Nevertheless, she didn't think it's owner was important. It was an annoying buzz in the back of her head, one that would fade as she slowly opened her eyes to find herself sitting in a white room. The simplicity of it all made her uncomfortable, the lack of color made her stomach twist."It’s this magical little thing that’s called friends. Perhaps you should get some instead of hitting women, ya twat."
"Where the hell am I?"
She thought. Her heart began to race. The man in the white coat came closer, the smell of antiseptic clinging to him as he reached out to touch her arm. "Miss, try not to move." Her instinct was to reach over and punch him. She'd never been fond to being touched but another person, but the pain rushing through her form was enough to get her to stop moving. She stared at him, one of her contacts had moved - her left eye was blurry because of it, the right one allowing her to see proper. Where were her glasses, her clothes? “You were brought to the hospital because of a phone call, you were shot. Do you remember this?” Tierney frowned at the words, trying to have her gaze focus on the man.
“I was shot?”
It would surely explain a lot. The bandages, her headache. The fact that she felt like her head was going to fall off her shoulders. There was a brace on her wrist, tightly bound as it tried to keep everything in place.
Where was Sawyer?"She didn’t ask us to fight, fuckwit. I told her to shut it and tell me who hit her."
