- Nov 22, 2014
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When Andrasta woke up, it was late in the evening
A few hours ago, she had just made it home from an incredible adventure. There was a mountain-sized dragon, a princess who loved him, and a prince who would kill both of them, and more, to gain power for himself. Andrasta had entered this world without meaning to, without any explanation. She left just as suddenly, but not after a climactic fight with the prince that saw her badly wounded.
She stayed conscious for most of the ambulance ride, sending texts to some of her friends and family. If any of them rushed to meet her at the hospital, they might have caught a glimpse of her out cold, deathly pale. They might have stayed long enough to hear troubling things about the state she was in. Broken bones in her right leg and left hand, along with some kind of strange, crystalline shrapnel. Blood loss. A heart rate which, if she was a human, seemed like it would be too slow to keep her alive. A nurse would remark that it took effort just to stick an IV in her.
Now, almost half a day later, Andrasta seemed like she was back to normal. The color was back in her skin, and her heart rate was where it should be. She was wearing a hospital gown and several casts. Consciousness came slowly, as did awareness of her surroundings.
Her doctor would have mentioned to anyone waiting that she would probably be waking up soon.
A few hours ago, she had just made it home from an incredible adventure. There was a mountain-sized dragon, a princess who loved him, and a prince who would kill both of them, and more, to gain power for himself. Andrasta had entered this world without meaning to, without any explanation. She left just as suddenly, but not after a climactic fight with the prince that saw her badly wounded.
She stayed conscious for most of the ambulance ride, sending texts to some of her friends and family. If any of them rushed to meet her at the hospital, they might have caught a glimpse of her out cold, deathly pale. They might have stayed long enough to hear troubling things about the state she was in. Broken bones in her right leg and left hand, along with some kind of strange, crystalline shrapnel. Blood loss. A heart rate which, if she was a human, seemed like it would be too slow to keep her alive. A nurse would remark that it took effort just to stick an IV in her.
Now, almost half a day later, Andrasta seemed like she was back to normal. The color was back in her skin, and her heart rate was where it should be. She was wearing a hospital gown and several casts. Consciousness came slowly, as did awareness of her surroundings.
Her doctor would have mentioned to anyone waiting that she would probably be waking up soon.
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