CAP: Admitting The Need For Help (Jack)

There's nothing to do but just wait now. If anything one of Gala's sisters were sure to pick her up eventually. They all know her dislike for the doctors, so keeping her there one more night is probably the perfect punishment in there minds. She growls at the thought of that, hoping her twin telepathy they always thought they had is real. Please get here. If anything Gwen would come through if anything? Unless she was just as angry as the rest of them. Maybe Gala could cause some more trouble, get another shot, and sleep through it all.

Just as she's considering all of the ways to either escape or get some sleep help, Matthew walks through the door. Immediately a smile grows upon her face at the sight of her trainer. Certainly he'd take her home. "Hey Gala. How are you? Why are you here?" He greets and gets all of the questions out of the way. Perfect, because Gala hated the stupid hospital sympathy as well.

"Perfectly great now." She answers, hoping it'd help convince him to help her home. But would the truth set that back? She wants to badly to blame it on the nurses being over-catious, but also knew better then to lie to Matthew. She was good at lying yes, but faking the horrible pain consuming her broken rib and where it jabbed into? Certainly he'd catch on. "Small puncture." Gala informs, slightly mumbling her words as if that'd make a difference.

"They're pretty careful here, aren't they?" Matthew taps one of the machines surrounding the bed, and Gala's unable to resist a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, but I'm great now." Gala informs even if she still had a few things connecting her to those machines. "Over cautious." She has to say it at least once. "They said I can leave as long as someone leaves with me." Of course she was a little desperate to leave this dreadful place. No amount of nights could change her mind about this place.

Why did Matthew leave so quickly yesterday? He seemed concerned over his trainee, that's why he did go find her at first. But as soon as his light eyes landed upon Kyanite, his expression changed. "You're not mad at Kyanite are you?" Gala completely changes from her desperate attempt to leave, and out of the blue her questions comes out. "I need to train more. It's not her fault I'm this hurt." Her eyes grow large suddenly, as a soft giggle escapes her mouth. "I think that's the most mature thing I've ever said!" She laughs hard until her rib, and newly healing lung, begins throbbing. Still her laughter subsides slowly, as she rolls her eyes at herself.

Of course just sharing that Gala has a puncture isn't enough, he wants to know exactly what. To her it sounds worse then it is, but then again she doesn't want to admit to anything more, even herself. "My lung..." Gala informs in a whisper just loud enough to Matthew to hear. "They already did the surgery though." She gets a shiver just at thought, thankful to be well passed out during the entire thing. It's over now, that's what mattes.

"You're kidding, right?" Matthew actually gasps, and is disbelieved most likely. Hopefully she's the first and only one needing surgery due to the pregames, but it happened as much as they'd like to think otherwise. Gala slightly shakes her head to gesture she wasn't kidding, sadly.

The fact that Gala isn't upset with Kyanite over everything is shocking, and probably to everything. But out of them all Matthew should. If anything the little career felt she was more at fault then the older female. For one she decided to do another round after being badly hurt from the first time, and she needs a lot more training to say the least. "I'm going to beat her." The next words from Matthew completely throws Gala off guard, never expecting such words from her trainer.

"You better not!" Gala scolds within seconds of hearing such a thing. She immediately sits up in the hospital bed, ready to protest for the one that had put her there.

"She knew you had a broken rib and she didn't have to break your arm? What the fuck?" Matthew counteracts, and if it was anyone else Gala would be ready to plan for some revenge. This was much different though.

"I don't care if she broke all my bones!" She stands up for the female not present. "I'll train more, I'll be better!"

"It's not grown up. Shut up, Gala!" Matthew's angry by this point, and Gala's attempt to lighten things up doesn't work. He's going to be furious with her opponent, no matter what she says. But the fact he's being mean to her doesn't help. By now all the brightness attempting to coming through Gala vanishes. "What are you going to train? How to be made of titanium? Ky could have won by points. There was no need to cripple you." He was refusing to understand.

"You know she didn't mean to." Gala refuses to step down from taking Kyanite's side, even if the other side was supposed to be hers. Pain forces her to calm down and her voice and attitude drops dramatically. "She couldn't lose again, you know what happened at her last match."

A nurse enters the room as a notification of Gala's raising heartbeat, from working herself up, went through. "Everything okay?" She asks, taking a look at the little one's victor. By the similar blonde hair and blue eyes she assumes they're related. "Gala can return home though she should stay one more night..." She informs Matthew without even asking if they were actually blood. "It should be fine if everything's calm and peaceful at home though."

Gala chuckles at the idea of her sisters being calm and peaceful, but still it'd certainly be more then this place. "Sure is." She answers even if it was directed to her trainer.