Room 502/4/6, Saturday night

[nadiathesaint]

When Nadia got back to her room after putting everything away and getting checked out in the clinic, she was still wiggling her fingers around and occasionally feeling her wrist through the ace bandage to reassure herself that it was, in fact, still there. She had bruises on her neck, was back to wearing the damned shoulder brace, and was dingy from the fight, but all she really cared about was that Bel was back and so was her hand.

She flopped onto her bed and wished Walter was back.

[ooc: open!]