Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 8:14:35 GMT
This had been a bad idea. The thought was stuck looping through Shiloh’s head as she followed Dr. Griffin through the infirmary. Not that there had been any way around this visit. The gash on the side of her head was too deep to stop bleeding on its own. She needed professional help. But she had been hoping she would get a nurse. One who hadn’t treated her enough to be getting suspicious. And then Dr. Griffin had come out of somewhere and caught sight of Shiloh waiting, and the girl had felt her heart sinking into her toes. She was officially in trouble. Because Dr. Griffin didn’t let things go. And while that might make her a superb doctor, it also made her a serious problem for someone who was constantly having to explain away various injuries.
Shiloh swallowed a yawn as she sat down on the exam table. “It’s really not that bad,” she said, pasting on a fairly convincing smile despite the cloth she was holding against the side of her head. “I walked into a doorframe. I should learn to look where I’m going.” Hopefully that wasn’t overselling it. Dr. Griffin knew Shiloh’s father enough to have heard his smiling little stories about how clumsy his girl could be. Although Shiloh seemed to have gotten clumsier in the two years since Samuel had been asked to step off the council for his own well-being. But she wasn’t lying. Not totally. There had been a doorframe involved. She’d just needed a little outside help to make contact with it. Namely from her father.
That was irrelevant though. What mattered was getting the gash tended to and getting out of here. Preferably as quickly as possible. Shiloh’s mother was having one of her depressive episodes where she could barely get out of bed, and the teen would feel better if she was around their quarters to run interference with her father. Who was currently passed out. And it would be better for everyone involved if Shiloh could get back before that changed. He always got worked up about her coming to the infirmary. He thought it would raise questions. But the door story seemed plausible enough, so if Shiloh could just keep anyone from seeing the ugly bruises ringing on her wrist, she just might stand a chance. At least, that had been the plan. Then Dr. Griffin had happened. Which was about the worst possible way this visit could go, because she liked to ask questions. And after a long few days at home, Shiloh wasn’t sure she had the energy to go through this little dance again.
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Shiloh swallowed a yawn as she sat down on the exam table. “It’s really not that bad,” she said, pasting on a fairly convincing smile despite the cloth she was holding against the side of her head. “I walked into a doorframe. I should learn to look where I’m going.” Hopefully that wasn’t overselling it. Dr. Griffin knew Shiloh’s father enough to have heard his smiling little stories about how clumsy his girl could be. Although Shiloh seemed to have gotten clumsier in the two years since Samuel had been asked to step off the council for his own well-being. But she wasn’t lying. Not totally. There had been a doorframe involved. She’d just needed a little outside help to make contact with it. Namely from her father.
That was irrelevant though. What mattered was getting the gash tended to and getting out of here. Preferably as quickly as possible. Shiloh’s mother was having one of her depressive episodes where she could barely get out of bed, and the teen would feel better if she was around their quarters to run interference with her father. Who was currently passed out. And it would be better for everyone involved if Shiloh could get back before that changed. He always got worked up about her coming to the infirmary. He thought it would raise questions. But the door story seemed plausible enough, so if Shiloh could just keep anyone from seeing the ugly bruises ringing on her wrist, she just might stand a chance. At least, that had been the plan. Then Dr. Griffin had happened. Which was about the worst possible way this visit could go, because she liked to ask questions. And after a long few days at home, Shiloh wasn’t sure she had the energy to go through this little dance again.
@abbygriffin
