"Hey Mable, listen I found one of these in my kit and thought you might need it more than I, anyway you better get up detention is in 20 minutes. I'll see you, hope you're feeling better."
Mable was silent until she heard the doors close. She was unmoving for a while, then let loose a low, pining moan of complaint for having to wake up to early. Slowly, and sluggishly, Mable shifted her weight, sitting up drowsily and looking around the impeccably white infirmary halls, pitched in a deep blue hue from the lights being turned off. She judged, from one of the windows, that dawn was fast approaching - the blood on her clothes, hair, arms and face was black and cracking. Disgusted, Mable dragged herself to the infirmary showers. Each step made the ground slide about under her feet which threatened to fail her at any moment.
After a cold, miserable but incredibly refreshing shower, Mable pulled on her bloodied clothes again, feeling heavy. Dimly, she thought about maybe sneaking off to her dorm to get a new outfit. At least, now, the ground wasn't tilting to the left and then to the right. She felt more energized, stable...
Once Mable approached the bed, she noticed three things. The first thing was that her bloody bodywarmer had gone, but the items in her pockets were placed on her bedside table with a note. The second thing she noticed was that, underneath the note, was a new outfit - a pair of skinny jeans, a pale blue heavy-knit sweater, and her bobble hat. And finally, the third thing she noticed was a completely new bodywarmer; was this the one Leo was talking about? Mable smiled warmly at the bodywarmer, before her smile faded into a puzzled frown. He didn't have to give her one, but he did anyway, and that confused Mable.
After cruising through the note ("Sorry about the clothes, we sent someone to get you a new outfit but the bodywarmer was beyond repair, just leave your old things at the foot of the bed and we can wash and disinfect them for you. Regards, the Medical Team.") Mable tugged the curtains around her bed and got dressed in silence, pulling on the bodywarmer last. It was warm, and slightly too big for her, but that's what made it better.
Scenario #3
Mable finally made it to the kitchens, having to run since she was not only late but also all the way in the Infirmary. She made it at 6.00 on the dot, which was an incredibly close call. At once she recognised Leo and Ashlynn - who could forget that motorcycle helmet? - And also one of the fighters from last night, along with someone she hadn't seen before. For a few moments she just stood there dumbly before moving to stand by Leo and Ashlynn.
Last night, Mable's words flowed unhindered, forced to co-operate through extreme terror and panic. But there was no immediate danger here and Mable's true personality started to shine through a bit more. She looked up to ask Aslynn how she was doing, but her vocal chords compressed, and she felt fear grip her heart. She looked so imposing under that motorcycle helmet. She probably didn't like her at all. Maybe she hated her for making her wake up at 6am. Maybe she'll think that Mable's just an oddball like most of her supposed 'friends' believed when she was little. Unable to face the consequences, Mable just glanced up at Ashlynn, opened her mouth, and then shut it again, deeming it better to be quiet.
Tired, damp and cold from the shower, and now afraid, Mable couldn't bear to even begin to thank Leo for the bodywarmer. Her mind took over and she over-thought the situation, coming to the same conclusion that Leo would be repulsed by her and refuse to speak to her ever again. It was terrifying, for Mable - she had gained something precious and didn't want to ruin it by talking. Or smiling. Or doing anything they could comment on.
So she stood by them in silence, arms folded nervously, looking at the floor.
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