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[sub][b][color=b83d55]Location:[/color][/b] [i]OA Infirmary[/i]
[b][color=b83d55]Interactions:[/color][/b] [i][@NeoAC] Kelsey via text[/i][/sub][/right]

[i]"You can tell that is a daughter of Dionysus"[/i]

[i]"How?"[/i]

[i]"Well, look at her, she's a complete mess."[/i]

A small gasp could be heard by young nurse in training who was shadowing a higher up. It was soon followed by a light chuckle, as she scribbled notes on her piece of lined paper that was placed carefully on a metal clipboard. Children of the God of Wine were always a little bit on the messy side. Their human parents were usually equally as messy, giving them a troubling childhood at best. They found solace in disappearing for moments at a time when things got overwhelming. Abandoning things they enjoyed, abandoning the people they loved, constantly moving while stuck in the same position. It hurt them, it chipped away at their insides like a painter taking down old lead filled paint on the crown molding. 

[b][color=b83d55]"I can hear you, you know."[/color][/b]

Another gasp was heard from the student as Dustyn opened her eyes slowly. She was sore and scratched up, but nothing she had never experienced once or twice before. She never had been hurt because of the staff like she was, but she knew better than to get expelled from the academy. She would have nowhere to go, besides home- and that would just result in her spending the rest of her life at the trailer park. Not exactly what dreams were made of. Dusty brought her hand up to her forehead, using her thumb and ring finger to push back her hair- their was sweat along her hairline, she wiped it off as she started to become more alert. 

The nurse started to speak to explain herself as Dustyn pulled off the heated blanket that was wrapped around her body tightly. [b][color=b83d55]"It's cool. Shit happens."[/color][/b] she replied, not really caring too much of what they had to say. The trainee kept her eyes in one place, staring at Dustyn in disbelief. She started writing more notes, as Dustyn swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up. She reached back and pulled the string that held the two pieces of fabric together.

[b][color=b83d55]"Write this part down too sweetcheeks."[/color][/b] Dusty smirked as the hospital gown fell to the ground revealing her completely nude body. The trainee covered her eyes quickly with the clipboard as the nurse spoke up, [b]"Miss! You have to be released, you can't just walk out of here!"[/b] Dustyn in her most natural state, shrugged as she looked through the bedside table drawers and cabinets for her clothes. Moments later she found her things in a plastic bag, in the closet marked with bold letters: DUSTYN TAYLOR FLINT. She opened up the bag, dumping the contents on the bed as the nurse ran off to find another staff member- her duckling in tow.

She put on her clothes from the day before. They reeked of the lake, blood, and smoke. Her cellphone was close to dying, leaving only enough juice to send out a quick text to Kelsey who she hadn't had a chance to really speak to since the incident:

[quote][center][color=gray][b]🤩 KELSEY 💛[/b][/color]
[color=black][b]IT'S ALIVEEE!! Like frankenstein's monster you get it? I smell like I died 2.[/b][/color][/center][/quote]

The girl chuckled a bit as she made her way out of the room and started down the hallway. She felt like she had been hit over the head with a brick a few times, but she knew a good meal and a smoke would have her back to herself in no time. While waiting for a reply from Kelsey her tongue found a gap. She had almost forgotten she had gotten her tooth knocked out even before the battle had happened. She would tell people it happened another way.

[quote][center][color=gray][b]🤩 KELSEY 💛[/b][/color]
[color=black][b]I am now sad about my tooth as well. Make me feel better, let's get breakfast. Phone dying. Ttyl. Love you ho.[/b][/color][/center][/quote]

She sent the text as the phone finally died off, leaving her with a brick until it regained its juice. Dusty's car had been taken care of by staff, and by taken care of meant towed back to her dorm room and left there. Heading back to her dorm by foot, the young woman would eventually reach back to her room where she would plug her phone in, take a shower, and change into a fresh pair of clothes waiting to see where this morning would take her.