Mileven Stories

Pout (1990)

One of my dearest friends had a bad day and I hope this poorly thrown together one shot is enough to put a smile on her face!
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The sound of childish laughter and gibberish remarks were becoming an accustomed part of El's daily life.

Working at the daycare tested Eleven more than she imagined it would. She discovered that kids could be messy, temperamental beasts when things don't occur in the way they desire. Yet, after working there for the past six weeks, the telekinetic girl found she was a natural. Whenever a child would become fussy, the only person that was able to comfort them was El.

It was just another day at her place of employment when things took a drastic turn.

Story time was wrapping up and the kids were now scattered around the center for their scheduled nap. El was busy rearranging the book shelf when a tiny hand tugged on the sleeve of her sweater.

"Miss Ellie, I can't sleep without my teddy bear. I left him at the coloring table, will you please get him?" pleaded the bright blue eyed child.

Eleven ruffled the girls wavy blonde hair, grinning as she stood up, "I'll have your teddy bear here in just a minute, Mia."

Eleven wandered away from the children, quickly finding herself a few inches away from the table that was coated in crayons. The stuffed animal in question was just within her reach when she suddenly stumbled upon a set of wooden blocks.

She could have used her powers to catch herself, but figured it wasn't worth the risk of being seen. Instead, she focused on setting her arms out in front of her frame in hopes of catching herself in a position that would cause the least amount of pain.

However, when El fell, she was in the perfect placement to land with her face against the table's edge; which is exactly what happened.

There was a quick burst of pain upon her porcelain face before she felt the sickeningly thick substance of her own blood trailing down her chin.

She could hear the shrieks of the now horrified children in the back of her mind, but couldn't find it within herself to comfort them. She gathered herself up from the ground and dashed off to the facility's bathroom without even a second thought.

When she looked in the mirror, she was greeted by the sight of a battered girl that looked like she had been beaten up by a gang of wrestlers. Her cheek was already a vivid shade of violet and her lower lip was split. She knew she needed stitches, but couldn't find it within herself to move.

El was startled when her boss's hand clamped down on her shoulder, "we have to get you to the hospital, dear. Are you okay to walk to the car or do you need an ambulance?"

She shook her head at the middle aged woman, "no, no ambulances."

"Okay, I'll just go give Mike a call so he knows what's happening."

Although Eleven's motions were significantly slowed from the pain that she was experiencing, her arm still shot out fast enough to grab ahold of the woman before she could get any closer to that telephone.

"No. Mike is going to freak out. Call my dad, he'll be here quickly and can take care of everything," she instructed assertively.

"Okay sweetie. Just stay put and keep pressure applied to that lip," the woman urged softly before flurrying out of sight.

Within ten minutes, the blood that was pouring out of El's flesh had drenched the pocket sized cloth she had. Her mind was beginning to become a bit hazy now from the sensations she was suffering from and the idea of fainting almost seemed appealing.