Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Aria winced in pain as she carefully removed her military uniform jacket, the fabric got caught up on her injured arm.
After her struggles she finally removed it from her body and she gingerly laid the jacket on the bed, slowly.
Her injured leg protested at every movement, sending sharp waves of agony through her body but Aria gritted her teeth, determined to push through the pain.
With a very deep breath, Aria swings her legs over to the bottom of the bed, the soft creak of the mattress sings through the silent room. (^^)
She started to carefully remove her boots and she pulled them off, revealing her bruised and swollen ankle from that fall. Aria winced in pain, but continued to her second heg, her movements controlled.
She pushed her hand over her head, sweeping stray strands of hair out of her face.
As she smoothed her hair, Aria's eyes fell upon her reflection in the mirror attached to the corner of the dresser.
Her eyes narrowed taking in her scattered hair, strands framing her pale, heart shaped face. Aria removed the worn rubber band holding her hair up in a ponytail and used her hand to brush her hair into place, smoothing the tangled locks. She gathered her rich brown hair back and twisted it, using the rubber band to secure it in a tight ponytail against the back of her head.
The action brought some calmness to her, making her momentary distracted from the pain throbbing through her body.
Aria's gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror again, the soft light above, illuminating the little smudges of dirt on her face, the faint scratches on her cheekbone and the dark circles under her eyes.
She sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly and Thoughts began to swirled in her mind, her mond focus shifting to Ryan and Samuel.
Haven't they closed the wall yet?, she wondered, her brow furrowed in concern. Why are they still there?, Should I go find them?
Her eyes moved to her injured leg, the swelling and bruising visible. She crunch up her nose, anticipating the pain. Would she be able to move it well? Would every step be a jab of agony.
She had to push through the pain. Aria gritted her teeth as she picked up her gun from the bed and carefully raised her body, testing her injured leg.
The pain jabbed through her like a knife, a searing bolt that threatened to buckle her knees but Aria bit back a curse, she wouldn't let it stop her.
Taking a deep breath, Aria started to limp slowly and steadily using her good leg, each step was a struggle, the agony radiating from her injured leg like waves. Aria's face twisted in pain and her eyes squinted against the pain. She could feel the sweat beading on her forehead trickling down her temples.
Aria limped to the bedroom door, the pain radiated from her knee up to her thigh, and down to her ankle, making each movement a struggle. She quickly leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steel herself against the agony that was to come again.
"Sigh" Aria opened the door and stepped into the living room. The lights made her squint her eyes a little, and for a moment, she was disoriented. The room spinning around her.
Disoriented, Aria quickly leaned on the nearest object for support, the fridge. She grasped the handle tightly, her knuckles turning white. Aria closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the cool metal against her forehead was very welcomed.
Aria turned her head and leaned her cheek on the cool fridge, letting out a sigh of relief. Her eyes shut, and for a moment, she forgot about her pain and the exhaustion that had been weighing her down.
As she opened her eyes again, her gaze landed on a familiar object, Samuel's defense stick was leaning against the couch but the only disadvantage was the distance from the fridge to the couch; it seemed like she was going to endure another wave of pain to get to it.
Aria's eyes also landed on the opened wall, her mind going to Ryan and Samuel. She frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. Aren't they supposed to have closed that wall by now?.
Aria's concern grew, more in confusion. Why hadn't Ryan and Samuel closed the wall? She couldn't even see them, where were they exactly? The open wall was starting to seem like an invitation to danger.
The cool fridge against her cheek that was once highly welcomed is now getting irritating to her. Aria slowly heaved herself off the appliance, wincing as her injured leg protested the movement.
"Ryan? Samuel?" she called out, quietly. The silence was oppressive to her as her eyes drifted to Samuel's defense stick again.
She needed that stick that was laying on the couch comfortably, with a clenched jaw Aria pushed off the fridge and She took a limp forward. Her sole focus was on the stick and she started limping, her bare foot hitting the soft rug with a gentle thud.
Each step sent a jolt of pain through her injured leg, but she pressed on with a clenched jaw, trying to cover up her gasps. The rug's plush fibers caressed her foot, providing some minimal comfort.
Finally, she reached the couch and quickly sat down, letting out a sigh of relief. But as she settled into the cushions, her eyes landed on something that made her head turn.
She could swear the wall at the corner wasn't open before. Or was she too focused on the stick that she didn't notice? The usually covered wall was now opened, revealing a a room she could see tables.
Aria quickly picked up the stick and used it to raise her body from the couch, wincing as her injured leg protested. She leaned heavily on the stick, using it as support to walk towards the open wall at the corner of the room with her gun in her place.