The Captain and the Witch
((Wednesday Afternoon. Not open, but will contain important exposition))
Rowena stood unsteadily on her crutches, glaring at her younger brother as he came striding in, looking very pleased with himself. “I can fight my own battles, you overgrown puppy,” she snapped, hobbling forward. Abraham closed the distance between them, his face a mask of concern.
“You should use the wheelchair, Sissy,” he said, gently taking her arm. “You don’t want to open your wounds.”
“I have never used a wheelchair in my life, and I’m not about to start now. I’m only dying, I’m not made of glass.” She jerked her arm away from her brother with another soft growl. “And do not punch Captain Rogers when he gets here.”
“Why shouldn’t I? You don’t like him. I don’t like him. Hell, you threw him out a window.”
“It was the first story window, he only fell two feet. Come in Captain. Let’s get this over with.”
Rowena stood unsteadily on her crutches, glaring at her younger brother as he came striding in, looking very pleased with himself. “I can fight my own battles, you overgrown puppy,” she snapped, hobbling forward. Abraham closed the distance between them, his face a mask of concern.
“You should use the wheelchair, Sissy,” he said, gently taking her arm. “You don’t want to open your wounds.”
“I have never used a wheelchair in my life, and I’m not about to start now. I’m only dying, I’m not made of glass.” She jerked her arm away from her brother with another soft growl. “And do not punch Captain Rogers when he gets here.”
“Why shouldn’t I? You don’t like him. I don’t like him. Hell, you threw him out a window.”
“It was the first story window, he only fell two feet. Come in Captain. Let’s get this over with.”