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[hr][right][sub]Location: Coven Household[/sub][/right]
[right][sup]Time: 8PM[/sup][/right][hr]
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Pain. Unbelievable pain.That was the first feeling that Hayden felt as she came too. [i]How long had she been out for?[/i] How was that even important? She couldn’t even move her body at the moment. Priorities. Opening her eyes slowly; As best she could given the swelling, her senses were assaulted by the party. The low light, the noises and the scent of drink and sweat. Hayden was still slumped against the wall that she passed out on. She tried to scan her body and assess the damage. Her face was pulsating in pain and she was struggling to see clearly. Her left arm was broken. She couldn't assess the damage properly to her arm as she was scared to even attempt to move it.

She could feel The dried tears on her face. It made her face feel stiff, more so as the dried blood had also formed splotches over her mouth and swollen cheeks & eyes. Raising her unbroken arm, she attempted to wipe some of the freshest tears from her eyes. With a soft whimper, trying to not draw attention to herself, Hayden attempted to sit up against the wall. As she did she noticed the pools of blood that had formed on the floor. Was that all hers? While it wasn’t an awful lot, it was still disturbing for her to see it. Despite being a hard nut who was used to fighting in New York, this was different. She had never lost this badly before in her life. Admittedly, it was an unfair fight. She was fairly certain that if the other two girls had not got involved, Hayden would have that bitch Delaney right she wanted her. 

Kolby was going to be pissed. She hadn’t thought about that before she started the fight. She hadn’t even been here a whole day and she had already caused problems. She knew the duo had their issues, but deep down, Hayden did care about Kobly. She just enjoyed the arguing and the fighting. Kolby gave as good as he got. But deep down she didn’t want to hurt him. And she couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in her stomach signalling that she may have fucked up. She couldn’t let him see her like this. Scanning the room from her lowered position. She didn’t seem to be able to see him. So that was something.

She then remembered that earlier that day Carlisle had seemed to get his nose fixed rather quickly. She began to wonder how he had done it. He left the room, and then came back almost fifteen minutes later perfectly fine. So it must have been magical. Hayden needed to investigate. But first she needed to get up. And that was going to be hard. No one seemed to be eager to try to help her, or check up on her. So she was going to have to do this on her own. Getting up with her arm mangled was going to be an issue. Her body wanted to use it, but attempting to move at all, caused throbs of protest and pain in her arm. With a small howl of pain, Hayden began to press her back up against the wall and use her legs to try and lift her body up. It was a slow process, and during the entire time, Hayden bit her bottom lip and tried her hardest to suppress her grunts of pain. But some still slipped through. It took her a near full minute to get back up on her feet, her back arched against the wall, as she pressed her good arm against her broken one to try and hold it in place so that it didn't move and cause her any more pain.

Scanning around the room, she spotted the door that Carlisle had gone through earlier in the day. Staggering across the party, trying not to hit anyone, or have anyone hit her arm. She stayed alert, keeping eyes out for Serena, Erin or Delaney. She wasn’t ready for round two yet. Reaching the veranda she scanned around. There was only one way that she could go, and at the end of the veranda she could see a set of double doors. Maybe that was it? She staggered forward, noticing more broken glass and blood on the floor. Perhaps Delaney went this way? Hayden stopped. If she had gone this way. Did she really want to carry on this path? The urge to feel better trumped that of the embarrassment of seeing Delaney. With a pained sigh, Hayden charged forward, reaching the double doors and going through them. She found herself inside an Alchemy lab. Hayden smiled. They must have kept healing potions in here somewhere. Walking over to one of the cabinets, she used her good arm to start searching. She found herself a healing potion, and stumbled over to a nearby chair. She carefully sat down, before attempting to remove the cork from the bottle with her one hand, using her knees to hold the bottle in place. Without any hesitation she necked the drink back, feeling its warm liquid rush down her throat. Her face began to feel better almost right away, and she could feel it working on her arm. It was going to take a while though. For now, Hayden sunk into the chair, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation as her body began to heal itself.

[color=FFA500]"Damn that tall bitch knows how to throw a fucking punch. Fuck."[/color] She remarked, chuckling to herself, before breaking out into a laugh. Despite the beating, she had to admit that it was fun, now she was looking back on it. It was a challenge. [color=FFA500]"Maybe next time, rip her sister from her and just get her on her own though."[/color]
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