was an understatement in describing how Rio felt compared to Katie...but she didn't want to even have to think about why again. That didn't mean she still obsessed about it as Katie slipped her bag through. Rio quickly pulled it to herself like a starving prisoner receiving his first meal in months.
Rio cringed as she lifted her free arm up to close the shower because it was drenching her bag. She had to force herself to "pin" her injured arm to her chest because it wasn't even supported. Once the water had been shut off (not completely, it was still trickling though Rio's desire to get clothed was more important than getting dry,) she rifled through her open clothes bag until she found a jacket (thankfully her own
) that she often wore, and partially wore it such that only her free arm found its way through a sleeve. She was not going to risk injuring her other arm even more...though it was still aching like a bitch, no pun intended. It was aching enough that Katie could probably have heard grunts and moans of pain through the door as Rio was dressing herself.
The only other article of clothing she managed to put on was her jean-shorts, which she thankfully knew how to button up with one hand...though it meant letting her injured arm go unsupported for a few more harrowing seconds. She had to lean back against the wet stall walls as she slowly got back up, in what seemed like her previous slump played in reverse...and in slow motion. She winced repeatedly as her leg sometimes twitched as it tried to recover from the pain.
She unlatched and opened the door slowly, peeking out to make sure that not too many people were outside. There was Katie, to be sure...but there were a few other confused-looking girls in various stages of dress that also watched her get out. At the doorway to the locker room - which was not in direct view from the stall, there were a few still-curious onlookers (most of them obviously male) wondering whatever happened to the redhead that Blood Boy stood up to.
At least he's not around...I hope...
Trembling and shivering and snivelling, Rio Valenti slowly stepped out of the shower like a child taking her first steps. She didn't go back for her bag, someone could pick that up for her later. Besides which, the only place she had in mind now was the clinic...and then the safety of her own house. The latter of which she wanted to stay in for a very long time.
((Rio continued elsewhere. I'm going on vacation for a few days, check the Away thread to find out why. Katie can escort her out and I give Clueless permission to RP any possible hallway reactions if it doesn't directly affect Renee's actions too badly.))
((Continued in Beauty, Beast and Boxer