[rp] ruined lives are normal
April hasn't done much with the journal she has tucked in the strap that held Julian's Kimber in place at the small of her back when she arrived. Mostly, this is because it hurts quite a bit to twist upright so the Doctor can pull it out. And because the Doctor doesn't seem too fond of lifting her dress up.
She's sleepily considering scribbling another note to Julian, though, just to let him know she's alive. Her concentration has slipped, and her breathing is shallow as she lies with her head in the Doctor's lap, to keep the pain from her ribs at a minimum. This contemplation could go on for a while, if they're left alone.
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She's sleepily considering scribbling another note to Julian, though, just to let him know she's alive. Her concentration has slipped, and her breathing is shallow as she lies with her head in the Doctor's lap, to keep the pain from her ribs at a minimum. This contemplation could go on for a while, if they're left alone.
THREAD WARNING: Post is 18+. Contains disturbing, distressing, triggering or offensive content. Read at own risk.