I’m deep in the trenches of Whumptober prompts, but discovered this completed chapter that I never posted. Had to make a couple of minor changes because of things I’ve discovered in rp about this version of Kamaria, but here it is now! Bruno belongs to Izzy, who also helped with his dialogue for this piece.
Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze
Contains: lady whump, hospital, talk of foster care, restraints, mentioned gsw, referenced past whump of a minor, mentioned parental death, mentioned broken ribs, death mention, referenced abuse, very minor sh
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Kamaria manages to sleep a few fitful hours from the time that Captain Soldier Boy cuffs her to the hospital bed until the time the lights in the hallway come back on and the night nurse comes in to check on her one more time before the shift change. Not long after that, the man himself strolls into her room. She takes a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that he looks about as exhausted and worn thin as she feels. He didn’t have to stay up all night stalking her. That was his choice, and now she hopes he’s regretting it.
He takes a long swig of his coffee - Starbucks this time, so he must have actually left at some point unless he had someone bring it. It irks her that he waited until he was standing in the room to decide to take a drink. What does he even want? Is he just trying to waste her time? Rub his superior dining options in her face?
The coffee cup clicks down onto the bedside table. A file folder drops just beside it.
“Kamaria Veisi.”