Closed log
Characters: Mary Weather, Watson
Location: Clinic
Rating: PG-13 Lots of blood.
Time: Jan 6 midday
Description: Mary just escaped a dog attack, and now needs some medical attention.
Her hand was shaking as she finally managed to pick up her mirror and hit the SOS button. She knew that by the time help came, Kadaj would be long gone. She used her knife to cut the hem of her skirt into strips that used to begin to bandage her own arm as best as she could. She dragged herself to the wall nearest her so that she could keep her arm below her heart as she waited for someone to find her. Trine lay on the ground beside her, whining in anxiety as he waited with Mary.
With the SOS alarm sent off, she finally slipped out of consciousness. She still sweat a bit, though her skin was cold and sticky with dirt smudges. Streaks ran down her cheeks that showed the tracks her tears had run just recently. At least by the time help arrived enough of the adrenaline had worn off, and her breath evened out significantly even if she was not exactly breathing completely evenly.
As soon as help drew near, Trine ran over to them, barking. He seemed even more excited, by the fact that it was Waston of all people. His leash dragged behind him as he bounced, turning back and trying to lead him back to Mary.
Location: Clinic
Rating: PG-13 Lots of blood.
Time: Jan 6 midday
Description: Mary just escaped a dog attack, and now needs some medical attention.
Her hand was shaking as she finally managed to pick up her mirror and hit the SOS button. She knew that by the time help came, Kadaj would be long gone. She used her knife to cut the hem of her skirt into strips that used to begin to bandage her own arm as best as she could. She dragged herself to the wall nearest her so that she could keep her arm below her heart as she waited for someone to find her. Trine lay on the ground beside her, whining in anxiety as he waited with Mary.
With the SOS alarm sent off, she finally slipped out of consciousness. She still sweat a bit, though her skin was cold and sticky with dirt smudges. Streaks ran down her cheeks that showed the tracks her tears had run just recently. At least by the time help arrived enough of the adrenaline had worn off, and her breath evened out significantly even if she was not exactly breathing completely evenly.
As soon as help drew near, Trine ran over to them, barking. He seemed even more excited, by the fact that it was Waston of all people. His leash dragged behind him as he bounced, turning back and trying to lead him back to Mary.