12th Star

[sparkling_eyes]

[Well, this is embarrassing.  Despite what a certain Falenan knight told a certain tactician at homecoming - no, Lyon never had any formal training in how to dance, and it is not at all like the footwork involved in swordplay.  She did manage to get a bit of dancing in with the Prince, but took a rather unfortunate spill a few songs in and twisted her ankle.  Over the ensuing week, Lyon can be found at home and around town dealing with this in a number of ways.]

1. [Action; 747 Patridge; Sunday through Tuesday]

[Lyon knows enough about basic medicine to know two things about a sprained ankle: one, the best thing you can do is to elevate it and keep it on ice, and two, since it's really just torn ligaments out of place and not an actual wound, her Shield Rune isn't going to be much use in fixing it.  Housemates will find Lyon pouting and trying to just relax and take it easy around the house most of the time.  She's still sleeping in her bed, but is very careful on her way down the stairs and spends a good deal of the day lying on the couch with her foot propped up on a pillow.  By Tuesday, the monotony of not really being able to do much but sit around eating cereal and watching TV is really starting to get to her.]

2. [Action; around town and Mayfield High; Wednesday]

[Today would have been the third day of missed school if Lyon had elected to stay home anymore, and she isn't willing to take that risk.  She knows it would end up with her being droned, and who knows, maybe her drone wouldn't have known about the sprained ankle.  Far too risky, so she's sucking it up and trying to make it through a normal day.  And because Lyon is stubborn, she's sort of half-limping along all day in an effort to tough things out.  She's rested her ankle for a couple of days by this point, so everything should be fine, right?]

3. [Action; around town; Thursday and Friday]

[Wrong.  Turns out you really shouldn't try to push things before you're fully recovered from something like this.  So by Thursday, Lyon's making her way around school on crutches.  Her stubbornness the day before is probably going to push full recovery back a couple of days, and while she could probably get away with taking the rest of the week off school again and just going back Monday, Lyon is nothing if not diligent in her studies and doesn't want to fall behind in her meaningless Mayfield classes.  She's getting around well enough, but things like opening the bathroom door so it doesn't swing back and hit her while she makes her way through and getting her tray to a table at lunch are proving to be something of a challenge.]

Comments

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

That's true... it would be really bad if I hurt myself even worse acting reckless. I guess I was just in too much of a hurry for it to heal on its own.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Well, that's typical human behavior. Don't feel too bad about it, all right?

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

I'm more embarrassed than anything.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Mistakes happen all the time. You just have to learn from it and move on.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

I suppose you're right. Thank you again for all the help.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it. Though, if you'd like, I could help escort you to your next class.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

As long as you're not busy.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

I'm not, Miss Lyon.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

Okay. Let's go, then.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

All right. I'm ready when you are.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

[And Lyon, now armed with a pair of crutches, heads back to her classroom with markedly less difficulty. At the door, she smiles again.]

All right, I should be okay from here.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana walks with an ice pack wrapped up in a few paper towels to keep it from being too cold to the touch and keeps up with her relatively easily. ]

Are you sure? I'm not doing anything right now and can make sure you get to your next class safely.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, that's fine then. I should be able to manage after that on my own.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Well, all right. But, if I get word that you managed to make your injury worse, I won't be so charitable.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

I'll take care of it. I promise.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Good.

Well, when you're ready, Miss Lyon, we can go.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Lyon takes a moment to put her sock and shoe back on, standing slowly with the support of the crutches.]

All right, I'm ready.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ And Diana's there to help guide her all the way back to the classroom, making sure to keep her steady all the while. ]

How's it walking on the crutches, Miss Lyon?

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

That's good.

[ When Diana reaches the classroom, she goes to pull out Lyon's chair for her so that she can sit down. ]

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[She props her crutches up beside her, getting out her books.]

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ When Diana's sure that Lyon's all situated, she backs up a bit and gives her a teeny, tiny smile. ]

Well, if you need anything else, don't be afraid to let me know, all right?

[ She makes her way for the door now. ]

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

All right, I promise.

[She nods, smiling.]