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Title: Hurrying.

Fandom/original: Original

Characters: Katie.

Rating: G

Word count: 412

Katie was in a hurry. Always was. There was always something that had to be done, had to be said, had to be fixed, had to be moved, had to be finished. People used to say that Katie would never do anything properly, just quickly – she hurried too much. But she disagreed. She just didn’t want to miss out. On anything. She didn’t understand why everyone else dawdled so – but then, people often didn’t understand Katie at all. They said she garbled.

"I need some milk," Katie said to the grocer.

"Pardon?" He hadn’t caught what she’d said. Rather than waste time repeating herself, she hurried to the back of the store, fetched the cartons herself, brought them to the front and paid. That had taken too long, now she was running late.

"Can I- I need to get through," Katie tried to excuse herself as she hurried down the street. But people were so slow, they were always so slow. No one bothered to move out of her way. They thought she was just being rude. Impatient. Katie thought they were stupid – didn’t they have something better to do than waste so much time?

She stepped from foot to foot anxiously as she waited for the lift. How long could it take? Katie glanced at her watch. Come on, come on. She was going to be late. She hated being late. Finally she gave up on waiting – it must have been broken, it couldn’t, couldn’t be so slow. Katie started walking, no, running up the stairs. There were so many flights, so many levels – but better than waiting in the lobby pointlessly. Katie didn’t see the lift arrive, just as the door to the stairwell drifted shut.

Katie didn’t see the box on the step as she hurried, didn’t see it until her foot caught and sent her flying – back down the stairs she had so hastily climbed. Her head hit the concrete step, and she lay still for a minute. She didn’t remember screaming. It was the longest she’d stayed still that wasn’t in bed. She was going to be so late. Her head hurt, throbbed. She was certain they wouldn’t wait. She could see red, blood. She was running late. Was always running late. Her head, her head, it hurt, it hurt. Katie saw black.

"...yes, she’ll be okay. Bad concussion. Very lucky though. If she’d been found another minute later, she wouldn’t have made it. Just in time."

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