Board Thread:Morgan Cinder/@comment-24479578-20160828043002/@comment-24479578-20160828043019

HitomiHyuga Carefully, the woman was moved from side to side while Morgan looked over each wound that had been made. Now they were nothing more than simple scabs upon the woman’s skin. The bruising was still there but now had become nothing more than yellowed marks along the fair skin. The last of the Arrista family as far as Morgan knew, was this woman that laid before her. Two years older than her at the age of 21 was the only daughter of the late Samuel Arrista, Olivia.

Walking around the bed, Morgan’s heels clacked against the floor while she continued to tend to the woman. Her blonde locks were thrown up at the back of her head while she worked. A black dress was worn that fell just off the shoulders and held a sleeve that ended at her elbow. That was perfectly fine with her since she now held a scar upon her shoulder and the remains of bruising from being shot. But the dress covered her as the rest of them had, close to her body and form fitting as it seemed to be expected but Morgan had gotten used to that.

A medical assistant held Olivia on her side while Morgan looked to the wounds on her back. They all had healed up nicely without a trace of infection. It caused a smirk to come to her lips while she pressed against the skin to see if there was a response. She noticed the skin move slightly around the first two wounds however, just under the lower wound, there was no response from the skin. It caused a soft sigh to leave her lips and she moved back and nodded to the assistant to lower her back down onto the bed.

Walking over to her notes, Morgan began to jot down the observations of the woman while the assistant once more covered Olivia up and got rid of the old bandages. Slowly, Olivia’s eyes opened and she began to look about. A gasp was heard and Morgan looked up for a moment from her notes. Nonchalantly speaking as she looked down once more and continued to write. “So, you finally wake up. It’s about time. I was beginning to wonder if there was more damage done then simply the bullets could have done.” Morgan placed down the clip board on the counter and walked over to the bed with her arms held across her chest.

Olivia looked to Morgan with wide eyes and it was clear that the woman was afraid to say anything. Bringing her lower lip into her mouth to keep from screaming, she couldn’t give this strange woman the satisfaction of it. She tried to move from the bed but as much as she tried, she couldn’t seem to get her legs to move. Looking back up to Morgan, she spoke with a stuttering voice. “What did you do to me?”

Morgan smirked and walked from the bed. Her voice holding an amused tone to it as she spoke. “I’ve done nothing to you but mend your wounds and tend to your recovery. However, you can thank your ability of not being able to walk to my associate. That, I have to say, is his handy work and a fine job he did with it. You are lucky to be able to have any movement at all.”

Olivia watched the back of the blonde woman as she walked away from the bed. “What about my family?” She said with a choked up sound to her voice. Morgan couldn’t help but smirk at that question. “I think I will let my associate answer that question but I do have to say, your father took his duties of being a bitch rather well…” There was almost a dreamy sound to the last few words that fell from Morgan’s lips as she thought back to the image of Lord Arrista being anally raped by the men that were on the ship. It almost seemed to end too soon for her liking. “Now be a good patient and stay here. I’ll return in a few moments.”

Walking from the room, Morgan looked to the assistant and spoke softly. “Watch her and make sure that she doesn’t throw herself off the bed. Use the restraints if you need to.” With a nod, the man walked back into the room and watched the Arrista woman while her heard the clacking of heels grow more distant.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Morgan walked down the hall and up to the door to Stratos’s office. Knocking on the door, she’d wait for him to answer before she walked in and stood before him. A bit of a smirk was on her lips as she looked to him. “The Arrista girl is awake. I thought you might be interested in that information.” Her emerald hues remained on him while she waited for him to respond.