[A bad day is losing your keys or missing a bus. A bad day is burning dinner or getting fired. What Charlie had was probably the worst day in all of City History. It was right up there on her list of Really Shitty Days, hovering just beneath seeing her father die as the worst day. Really, they were tied.
It was the last day of her honeymoon with Merlin and she woke up to find just his ring on the bed. The rest of him and his stuff? Gone.
She went to the Hall of the Missing after being unable to reach him and sure enough, there was her husbands picture.
And then it got worse. She'd run into Karl and upon feeling threatened, tried to set him on fire. When nothing happened, Charlie ran.
She wasn't sure what happened next, just that something hit her and sent her into a wall hard enough to knock her out and when she came to, she was in the City hospital with several dozen stitches in her back to close up a message Karl left for Saya (come home, saya), a broken wrist and a concussion. And for once in her life, Charlie didn't want to leave the hospital. She wanted to stay where she was.
She was told someone found her and that someone was waiting to see her so Charlie tried to look somewhat okay. The best she could do was curl into a ball on her side, undamaged arm wrapped protectively around her own waist as she watched the door.]
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Date: 2012-11-22 03:38 am (UTC)It was the last day of her honeymoon with Merlin and she woke up to find just his ring on the bed. The rest of him and his stuff? Gone.
She went to the Hall of the Missing after being unable to reach him and sure enough, there was her husbands picture.
And then it got worse. She'd run into Karl and upon feeling threatened, tried to set him on fire. When nothing happened, Charlie ran.
She wasn't sure what happened next, just that something hit her and sent her into a wall hard enough to knock her out and when she came to, she was in the City hospital with several dozen stitches in her back to close up a message Karl left for Saya (come home, saya), a broken wrist and a concussion. And for once in her life, Charlie didn't want to leave the hospital. She wanted to stay where she was.
She was told someone found her and that someone was waiting to see her so Charlie tried to look somewhat okay. The best she could do was curl into a ball on her side, undamaged arm wrapped protectively around her own waist as she watched the door.]