[ The blanket's fallen from her shoulder and pooled onto the floor, leaving her hair messy and half-pulled from her ponytail. It's doing her no favours, considering the state she's in-- she's a right mess.
Her wound has been stitched up no better than that old red coat she'd kept around, and it's apparent that isn't the only one she has, just the worst of them.
That's the furthest thing from Grell's mind right now, though. Despite being hoisted up like a dumb pup, she's looking at him with some incredible wonder. Reaching up, she cautiously touches her fingertips to his cheek, just below his eye. ]
I-- don't understand what in Death's name is going on.
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Her wound has been stitched up no better than that old red coat she'd kept around, and it's apparent that isn't the only one she has, just the worst of them.
That's the furthest thing from Grell's mind right now, though. Despite being hoisted up like a dumb pup, she's looking at him with some incredible wonder. Reaching up, she cautiously touches her fingertips to his cheek, just below his eye. ]
I-- don't understand what in Death's name is going on.