Mel tries to reply, only to be reminded as she does so that her jaw is still displaced. She didn't give it much thought before. Slowly, cautiously, she reaches it for it, and snapps it into place with a crack.
He's in there. That at least means that the door is probably unlocked. Another fumble at the handle manages to turn it again, and her wieght as she leans on the door pushes it just far enough ajar for her to small so she's sitting half in, and half out of the room.
"Hey," she manages the tiniest of smiles for him and tries to sit up, only to be defeated in her efforts by shooting back pain that makes her wince with a gasp.
One shoulders is still bleeding from a gash that looks like a human has bitten into her. Her chin is stained with dried blood, and the rest of her exposed flesh - arms and face mostly - are covered in bruises.
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He's in there. That at least means that the door is probably unlocked. Another fumble at the handle manages to turn it again, and her wieght as she leans on the door pushes it just far enough ajar for her to small so she's sitting half in, and half out of the room.
"Mike?"
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One shoulders is still bleeding from a gash that looks like a human has bitten into her. Her chin is stained with dried blood, and the rest of her exposed flesh - arms and face mostly - are covered in bruises.
"I lost my sweater."
His sweater, actually.
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