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nadiathesaintNadia barely made it to the fifth floor before she flopped over and leaned against the wall.
Her mind was whirling. The good news was, thanks to Lorne and Jarod, she knew where her cat was. She just had to find him. And the pain from her shoulder had been drowned nicely in rum.
Of course, now she had a lot more to think about than just healing and finding Furball.
She had a sister. Or possibly a brother. Who was at Fandom High.
Nadia had never known her family. As far as she was concerned, her family was Sophia, and for a short time, Cesar and the street kids in Buenos Aires. But actual blood relations?
Who could it be? Did they know she was their sister? Did her parents wonder what happened to her?
Did she have a last name that wasn't given to her by an orphanage?
Hell, was her name even Nadia?
She thunked her head back against the wall and shut her eyes. Her breath hitched.
She forced her eyes back open and wiped them with the palm of her hand. The dorm was so quiet. She wasn't used to quiet. She didn't know what to do with quiet.
She just didn't think she could deal with trying to find people right now.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, tucked her head under her arm, and cried.
Her mind was whirling. The good news was, thanks to Lorne and Jarod, she knew where her cat was. She just had to find him. And the pain from her shoulder had been drowned nicely in rum.
Of course, now she had a lot more to think about than just healing and finding Furball.
She had a sister. Or possibly a brother. Who was at Fandom High.
Nadia had never known her family. As far as she was concerned, her family was Sophia, and for a short time, Cesar and the street kids in Buenos Aires. But actual blood relations?
Who could it be? Did they know she was their sister? Did her parents wonder what happened to her?
Did she have a last name that wasn't given to her by an orphanage?
Hell, was her name even Nadia?
She thunked her head back against the wall and shut her eyes. Her breath hitched.
She forced her eyes back open and wiped them with the palm of her hand. The dorm was so quiet. She wasn't used to quiet. She didn't know what to do with quiet.
She just didn't think she could deal with trying to find people right now.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, tucked her head under her arm, and cried.
