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Post by Lucille Nibourette on May 25, 2015 19:52:08 GMT -8
She shivered in the cold as she made her way slowly home from the museum. She hated British weather. The day which had begun sunny and warm had suddenly turned way too cold in the span of an hour or two, the wind had begun making its presence felt and grey clouds had rolled over the sky. She should have learned her lesson on the volatility of the weather by now, but even so, she'd neglected to bring a thicker coat with her when she'd left for the museum earlier that afternoon. Now, she was stuck with a sweater, which she swore the wind was blowing holes through.
Mentally, she cursed herself for that utterly stupid decision. She also cursed herself for not deciding to bike (which would take her home much quicker), the weather for being a little shit, and her professor for sending her on an assignment to the museum. She considered the possibility of taking a taxi, but quickly discarded that idea—it wasn't cold enough for her to justify spending 20 pounds just to get home.
Lucille resigned herself to her fate of walking home in the cold, thinking about school work and the most recent episode of Scandal to try to get her mind off it. It would have been a good idea if she didn't seem to have some weird physiological reaction to getting too chilled…
The first time it happened was, in fact, in London. She had been on her way to a classmate's house party in the dead of winter, and felt a certain light-headedness acting up halfway there. Thank god for the upperclassman who happened to be heading to the same place, who witnessed her mishap and quickly gathered her up and carried her there. She never got to thank him either, which she found disappointing and still dwelt on whenever the temperature lowered. The same thing had happened a couple more times since then, but she'd mostly learnt to dress warm by now and passerby tended to be kind enough to help her. Still, she disliked pretty much passing out from cold in the middle of the street, so obviously she tried to keep the incidents to a minimal. And yet, she was stuck in this situation, and she was starting to feel it acting up again.
Her teeth were chattering and she was getting a little light-headed, which she learned were the early warning signs. She looked desperately around for a place where she could hang out to warm up, maybe a café or a shop where she could drop in just for a little bit. She was already a good quarter of a ways home, and if she spent a couple minutes in between ducking into warm, public places, she might be able to make it back without passing out or calling a taxi. Sighing, she dragged herself towards the nearest café, but wasn't quite able to make it before her foot snagged on a protruding paving stone. She normally would've avoided it, but she wasn't exactly in her best mind at the moment, and so she—quite frankly—went down like a sack of potatoes. Hitting the ground on her hands and knees, she quickly rolled over to the side to sit on her butt, shaking her hands out. They felt like they had been scraped, but she couldn't see quite clearly at the moment, the world becoming an indistinct blur of colors. Instead of getting up, she just sat there, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths as she hoped the dizziness would pass.
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