Freen bursts through the hospital doors, hastily wiping the sweat from her brow. Out of breath, she runs up to the administration.
"Please tell me" Freen begins, taking off her coat "where I can find Rebecca Armstrong's ward" to which she receives an impassive look from a woman picking at her teeth.
"The patient's full name and surname" she says lazily, glancing at the monitor. Freen hisses under her breath, rubbing her forehead.
"Rebecca Patricia Chankimha-Armstrong" the blonde mutters through her teeth, piercing the woman with an ardent gaze, "she was admitted to the emergency department today. What's wrong with her? Can you tell me something?!"
"Woman" she begins lazily "be patient. I'll take a look now"
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"Miss Armstrong" the nurse begins, standing next to the girl "can I bring you anything else?"
"No, thanks Lucy" the brunette smiles sweetly, lying on the bed and holding ice on the exposed soft spot "everything is fine."
"If anything, the button is nearby" she winks and, smiling, leaves the room. Becky smiled sweetly back at her and as the nurse walked away, she rolled her eyes and hissed.
"Damn, how it hurts" she yelps, trying to look at her bare and bruised butt. She removes the ice from there and hisses again. She sighs and puts it back.
The girl has been lying in bed for an hour in a hospital gown, with her butt bare and bruised. A bit of an awkward situation for someone like her.
Leaning on her arm, the girl lies quietly and awaits subsequent procedures. Some kind of radio is playing somewhere in the ward, making her even more despondent.
Her butt hurts and the minor abrasions ache slightly, but the girl can't wait to return home. She doesn't really like lying with her butt naked. Considering that the latter was very cold...
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"Well, how much longer is there?!" the blonde hisses, leaning against the counter and rubbing her tired eyes. They haven't said anything for fifteen minutes.
"Wait a little longer" she answers lazily. Freen hissed under her breath again, and then, throwing her coat over her arm, jerked towards the door marked "Admissions Department". "Woman, where are you going?! You can't go there..." but Freen no longer heard the words of the nurse, flying into the department and walking straight down the corridor, looking for her wife's room...
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"How are you feeling, Miss Armstrong?" the doctor enters the room, looking at a tablet with papers.
"Wonderful" she smiles "I'd like to go home."
"I'm glad to hear" he replies, noting something for himself "it's worth waiting a little with going home. We need to do some more tests and when we are convinced that everything is fine, we will certainly send you" he smiles.
"Damn" she sighs, rolling her eyes. She hisses again, removing the ice from her butt.
"Hurts?"
"What do you think?" she mutters, resting her head on her hand, placing her butt slightly to the side.
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Against The Law (FreenBecky)
RomanceTo save and benefit the business, Freen and Becky enter into a fictitious marriage. And everything would be fine, the girls would calmly live out the time allotted to them, but it will be more difficult than it seems. They will have to live under th...
