Katherine Doyle sat in a hospital room, even though she was wide awake she couldn't see a single thing. She had been in chemisty class a few days ago, she'd turned suddenly and bumped into someone who'd been carrying acid, which had spilled all over her face, getting into her eyes. Since then she hadn't been able to see at all. Now here she sat, bandages over her eyes and parts of her face where the acid had burned her skin, she'd be getting out of the hospital in a couple of days. Though Kat wasn't so sure she'd enjoy that right away, after all she'd have to change everything about her life in order to compensate for her injury. An injury the doctor's said she'd likely never recover from. She hated that she'd never see again, that she would forever look into darkness, that she'd always be hesitant when she walked, afraid that she'd bump into something or trip. Kat lifted a hand to flick a strand of her burgundy streaked mahogany hair out of her face as she sat there bored. Her best friend would coming over soon, and Kat couldn't wait.
It got tiresome being alone so much. She was use to always having company, whether it was a friend, or her dog, a big German shepherd whom was home alone at the moment, Kat had asked Mila to stop by and take care of him twice a day, until she got out of the hospital. Kat tapped her fingers against her legs, trying to figure out what to do, she couldn't watch TV, couldn't read and couldn't sketch. Couldn't even go for a walk. What the hell was she suppose to do? At 5'6" and athletically built, Kat seemed pretty small, though she had enough attitude and sass to make up for it. She played every sport imaginable as a hobby, and she wondered if she'd be able to do that again. Would she be able to play basketball with a group a friends? Go for a morning jog with her dog? Would she even be able to live alone anymore? She didn't know the answer to any of those questions. She tilts her head when she hears foot steps at her door. "Hello?" She asks curiously as she sat cross legged on the hospital bed, in a hospital gown which she was sure was very unflattering against her copper colored skin. Her head turned towards the door as she waited to hear who was at the door.
It got tiresome being alone so much. She was use to always having company, whether it was a friend, or her dog, a big German shepherd whom was home alone at the moment, Kat had asked Mila to stop by and take care of him twice a day, until she got out of the hospital. Kat tapped her fingers against her legs, trying to figure out what to do, she couldn't watch TV, couldn't read and couldn't sketch. Couldn't even go for a walk. What the hell was she suppose to do? At 5'6" and athletically built, Kat seemed pretty small, though she had enough attitude and sass to make up for it. She played every sport imaginable as a hobby, and she wondered if she'd be able to do that again. Would she be able to play basketball with a group a friends? Go for a morning jog with her dog? Would she even be able to live alone anymore? She didn't know the answer to any of those questions. She tilts her head when she hears foot steps at her door. "Hello?" She asks curiously as she sat cross legged on the hospital bed, in a hospital gown which she was sure was very unflattering against her copper colored skin. Her head turned towards the door as she waited to hear who was at the door.