you've been... thunderstruck

[theluckygirl]

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: House #3, Inn, Out and About
WHEN: July 11th to end of month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Sweet delicious coffee, injuries due to getting hit by lightning, will update!!

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House #3/Inn | Anytime until 25th

"OH MY GOD WHO.. HOW.. WHEN.."

Claire's voice echoes through and out the windows of House #3 and an excited squeal follows it before she rushes through from her bedroom calling for Karen to see if she's around. She has to show someone before she changes from yoga pants into jeans and heads over to the inn to make herself a cup. Hell, she'll make whoever is there a cup if they want it. It's about time that french press made some real coffee.

Struck by Lightning - 26th - Closed to Clint

Really, Claire should have been a lot more cautious and aware since hearing about two people she knew who were struck by lightning. But she was in a rush to get back to the inn to finish helping with some dishes and before she knew it, a pain shot through her foot and travelled up the entire right side of her body.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and moments after that she was falling into a heap on the ground and staring into the sky until an abrupt pop sounded inside her head.

Comments

[theluckygirl]

Even in the haze of white-hot pain, Claire is able to piece it all together to make that assumption. She'd seen only two cases of it back in her world and in her ER but heard plenty other stories of direct and indirect lightning hits. She also had seen enough electrocutions, too, to make the most accurate diagnosis.

And now she was the patient. Again. That seems to internally piss her off the most.

Claire does her best not to pass out, but there's a lot of pain going through her and it takes a lot to focus on the other things around her, like Clint's voice which does manage to surprise her enough to jerk slightly.

She hears another voice, a woman's, before another sharp pop in her ear has Claire's face scrunching up. She had no strength but as soon as he sets her down, her eyes open and tears stream down the sides of her face.

"I can't hear properly," she tells him, her own voice blurred and distorted and sounding more inside her head. "My arm.."

The arm she is speaking of had begun to develop blisters along the patterned lines that had slowly started forming back where Clint had found her.