It was a mostly gloomy day, in queens. The sun shone, despite the rain pattering on the concrete.
It wasn’t too long after Olivia had gotten absolutely obliterated by a semi, no pun intended. The internal bleeding was horrid. It was better to ignore it.
The shuddering woman stumbled across May’s lawn. Three out of her six arms were down- one of them being flesh, the other two being her prosthetics. By now, she was past the point of crying from the immense pain she was in. Sure, it hurts, but hell.. she gets injured every other week.
Her thoughts were scrambled.
“ Im .. tired.. Sleep?”
“My lab. Get to my lab..”
“Im in my lab..”
“Work.. I have that.. project..”
She fell forward, landing on the grass. She coughed up a bit of blood, her entire form shaking.
She began closing her eyes, until a hand touches her cheek, a confused Maybelle uttering;
“Liv?”
A few times, before Olivia actually looked up, dazed and bloody, her eyes bloodshot.