Multi-tasking Ice Bath (Sprain)
 Frances looked around the hallway before dragging the last laundry bag of ice from the kitchen to the nearest bathroom, limping along and leaving a small trail of puddles in her wake. The ice piled onto the previous trips' hauls and she decided that was enough before adding enough water to make contact. Debating if she could get off the gym tank or it'd be easier to just cut it off, she pulled off the clammy top and sweats with only a few hisses and curses. She lowered herself into the frigid bath, wincing at the shock as her skin vetoed this entirely. It hurt to breathe for a minute, chest debating if expanding into the cold-wet was really worth it and she sat submerged until she could reach out and start on the first bottle.