Call Me Cal!

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((Uhm… Hi. 

This is me being brave enough to apply to a RP group, confident enough to follow people, but too scared to talk to any of you guys. 

So yeah… You can talk to me if you want to roleplay, but my social anxiety is getting the better of me. I will respond. And in time I will send you asks, but for now, I’m Going to hide in my corner, kaythanksbye))

AU - Time Keeps Dragging On || Bart and Callie

thefuturisticspeedster:

callie-co:

She Stumbled and fell to the floor in tremors. She tried to get up, clumsily, but kept falling. He was supporting her as much as she was supporting him. Finally, as the elevator came to a stop she got up. She was in tears again. 

“I’m going to the infirmary with you anyways. Let me help you please!” She was desperate for someone to lean on, and she blamed herself for him getting hurt. She cared enough for mankind in general to help someone she injured. And wasn’t he a human? Wasn’t he in need? She managed to get his arm around her shoulder again without falling over. She started towards the infirmary again. 

The dark bruise around her neck ached. She was tired from the long day too. She kept stumbling as she helped the boy along. Then she realized that She hadn’t ever caught his name.

“I’m Callie Wicked…” Wicked was her mother’s maiden name. Her mom never took her Step-Dad’s name so neither did she. She turned into the doorway of the Infirmary. She had to check to see if he was still awake so she kept talking, “What’s your name?”

What the hell was this girl’s issue?! 

When she fell on the floor the teenager quickly flinched back. Eyes widening in concern. Despite the constant pounding in his head, the teenager knelt down beside her. Gritting his teeeth at little as he tried to ignore the fact that the room was spinning he focused on the girl.

And I thought I had issues.

Soon enough the elevator comes to a stop and the trembling girl was on her fee again, he dragging him to the infirmary. He didn’t care if he was bleeding. Right now his main concern was helping this girl. He would just drop her off and then book it out of there. There was no way in hell he would have some snobby nurse stare at his scars like he was a freak. He already had enough of that…

“Bart Allen…” He muttered tiredly, his vision was beginging to go dark around the edges. He inhaled, and keeping his eyes locked on the floor. “Nice to meet you Callie…You can a pretty cool last name.”

“Thanks…” She said, limping a little through the halls, “Very Nice to meet you too, all things considered…”  It was barely noticeable, the limp. At least she thought it was. But a lot of things she thought were wrong now in days. Mostly about people. She thought her step-dad cared. But he just wanted her dead. She thought this boy just wanted her dead, but he cared…  

They finally made it to the infirmary, and she stepped in with him. “Nurse…? Bart fell backwards and I need my medicine… I can wait, but I don’t think he can… It’s the back of his head I think…” She wavered a little; her legs were exhausted.  She helped him over to a cot and sat down in the one next to it. She adjusted her goggles around her neck and pulled her long sleeves down over her arms more.