The nurse has been and gone. An accident, she said. Head trauma. Bullshit, she thought, but then she couldn't really remember either way. Her initial reaction was just to object to everything the poor lady was telling her as she tried to get up and out of bed despite feeling like a mushy slice of banana that fell into a bowl of oatmeal.
It's scary waking up in a hospital when you do have memories, waking up covered in bruises and cuts surrounded by beeping machines with your entire mind drawing a blank on literally everything about yourself is downright terrifying. No, not everything. There's a few things she knows. Minor details, shuffled-up and broken fragments in a sea of void. A hospital isn't going to help her make sense of anything! It's just making her heart race and her breath come a little too quickly.
As soon as the nurse is down the hall, paged by another patient, Kenzi hops out of the bed and slips out of the room. Bare feet, thin hospital gown, tangled hair-- oh shit, what does she even look like? She doesn't even remember what she looks like?! She almost trips over a man in a wheelchair and bumps into a porter moving a patient on her way to find-- what, exactly? A disguise? Clothes. Nurses station? Maybe the floor of the hospital where the OR is. They have to have scrubs. Don't they have extra scrubs? Like for when a baby is born and the dad wants to be in the room or-- ... masks. Scrubs and a mask. That's what she's looking for. That'll get her out of here with no questions asked.
B) Dude, that's my stuff.
So, it turns out that mess with the scrubs wasn't entirely necessary. Did help with the cold, though. Kenzi shivers as she makes her way to the police station, which is a place she never thought she'd go to voluntarily. People in her line of work don't get along with the cops. Which is to say people that steal for a living instead of working and have gotten caught a few times have a rap sheet and that's not something she wants these guys looking at.
Unless it'll have some more information about who she is? Shit. That's brilliant. Good job, Kenzi, you're so smart and graceful and-- you just walked into another person. Wow. She must have hit her head really hard in that mystery accident because her balance is all kinds of off.
"Shit! Sorry. That was my bad, I'm sorry." Also, is this your wallet? Watch? Treasured pack of gum? It's called muscle memory, stranger. She tends to take things when she bumps into people. Habit.
C) I live here?
If the key fits... this must be her house?
She's ditched the scrubs and gotten her clothes back, but the looks people were giving her on the street made her feel all kinds of self conscious. She wasn't sure why this place would just give out houses if she hadn't already been renting it or ... squatting there or-- Whatever, maybe there were some clothes she could change into. Standing out in a crowd doesn't help her lift wallets. It really puts a damper on a getaway when someone can just point at you and shout "STOP! THIEF!"
But this was the address! The door opened! The living room was... huge. Holy shit. There's no way she could afford this by herself. Was there? Unless she was a jewel thief, but that's probably something she should remember! Maybe she has roommates?
"Hello?" Great, Kenz. That's the first thing the girl does in the horror movie before she gets stabbed to death. Nice. Better take a more cautious approach as she starts to explore the other rooms...
Kenzi Mailkov // Lost Girl
The nurse has been and gone. An accident, she said. Head trauma. Bullshit, she thought, but then she couldn't really remember either way. Her initial reaction was just to object to everything the poor lady was telling her as she tried to get up and out of bed despite feeling like a mushy slice of banana that fell into a bowl of oatmeal.
It's scary waking up in a hospital when you do have memories, waking up covered in bruises and cuts surrounded by beeping machines with your entire mind drawing a blank on literally everything about yourself is downright terrifying. No, not everything. There's a few things she knows. Minor details, shuffled-up and broken fragments in a sea of void. A hospital isn't going to help her make sense of anything! It's just making her heart race and her breath come a little too quickly.
As soon as the nurse is down the hall, paged by another patient, Kenzi hops out of the bed and slips out of the room. Bare feet, thin hospital gown, tangled hair-- oh shit, what does she even look like? She doesn't even remember what she looks like?! She almost trips over a man in a wheelchair and bumps into a porter moving a patient on her way to find-- what, exactly? A disguise? Clothes. Nurses station? Maybe the floor of the hospital where the OR is. They have to have scrubs. Don't they have extra scrubs? Like for when a baby is born and the dad wants to be in the room or-- ... masks. Scrubs and a mask. That's what she's looking for. That'll get her out of here with no questions asked.
B) Dude, that's my stuff.
So, it turns out that mess with the scrubs wasn't entirely necessary. Did help with the cold, though. Kenzi shivers as she makes her way to the police station, which is a place she never thought she'd go to voluntarily. People in her line of work don't get along with the cops. Which is to say people that steal for a living instead of working and have gotten caught a few times have a rap sheet and that's not something she wants these guys looking at.
Unless it'll have some more information about who she is? Shit. That's brilliant. Good job, Kenzi, you're so smart and graceful and-- you just walked into another person. Wow. She must have hit her head really hard in that mystery accident because her balance is all kinds of off.
"Shit! Sorry. That was my bad, I'm sorry." Also, is this your wallet? Watch? Treasured pack of gum? It's called muscle memory, stranger. She tends to take things when she bumps into people. Habit.
C) I live here?
If the key fits... this must be her house?
She's ditched the scrubs and gotten her clothes back, but the looks people were giving her on the street made her feel all kinds of self conscious. She wasn't sure why this place would just give out houses if she hadn't already been renting it or ... squatting there or-- Whatever, maybe there were some clothes she could change into. Standing out in a crowd doesn't help her lift wallets. It really puts a damper on a getaway when someone can just point at you and shout "STOP! THIEF!"
But this was the address! The door opened! The living room was... huge. Holy shit. There's no way she could afford this by herself. Was there? Unless she was a jewel thief, but that's probably something she should remember! Maybe she has roommates?
"Hello?" Great, Kenz. That's the first thing the girl does in the horror movie before she gets stabbed to death. Nice. Better take a more cautious approach as she starts to explore the other rooms...