<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Of course she’d not get -her- clothes, she had known that before she spoke up but it had been a hope. Instead, she was given the tacky hospital issue clothing and a sigh sounded, slender hands taking the offered bundle. There wasn’t a word given, she didn’t see the sense in protesting, it would get her nowhere and she wasn’t one to make a fuss about things that she could not change. Which, sadly enough, seemed to be her whole flipping life.<br/><br/>The thin gown was slid on before she let the towel drop to the wet floor, fingers tying the laces loosely simply because there was no bra offered and she balked at having the gown tight against her skin without one. Thin pants followed, the elastic waist irritating against her skin and loose enough in the hips and thighs to make her feel like she was wearing harem pants. Annoying, but again, no complaint was made. The slippers were last, small toes wiggling in the ‘one size fits all’ shoes before sighing. Not her idea of ‘dressed’ but what was she suppose to do?<br/><br/>“I’m ready…” The words were low and issued on a shallow breath, the ache in her sides irritating enough that she was finding it hard to simply stand there. <em>Tell them that you are hurt Piper, they have to treat you.</em> The voice swam through a hazed mind, her head shaking slightly as if to dismiss what to her was nothing more than her own thoughts. She didn’t trust where she was at nor the people around her, didn’t believe that it would matter that somehow she had been injured - especially when she could not even remember getting hurt. </span></div>