Whoops. Nice timing.
The door of the Inn bursts open, a blinding light and loud roar barreling through before there is an almighty crash and then silence.
It takes a moment for any dust to settle; and then the motorcycle lying on its side disappears, so quickly that there is actually a chance that no one saw that part. Maybe they just see the tiny girl that had been ( Read more... )
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"What the... hell?" He looks over the coffee table next to him.
To be honest, he looks like shit. When he sleeps it's because he's passed out after he's had too much alcohol, he hasn't eaten much, and he hasn't done much of anything for several days now, preferring to hide up in his room.
"Bella?" His voice croaks from under use. "Are you okay?"
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Her eyes are a little out of focus, and her head ... oh, god. Blood. The smell. It's making her nauseous, but she manages to get into a sitting position and smile. She likes JD. He amuses her, and there's not too many people she can say that about.
She tilts her head after looking at him for a second. "Whoa. Are you okay? You look like you've been going a little hard on the appletinis."
Forgive her. She's got no clue.
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He stands, wincing, because he's got a headache again. It seems like unless he's drinking, he has this constant headache. He walks over to her, examining her with concern through his bloodshot eyes. At least, it's a chance for the doctor in him to make an appearance again. It's been a few days.
"Don't move. You're bleeding." He says quietly, kneeling in front of her.
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She watches him warily, trying to stay still. "What are you going to do? It's the Inn, right? So I won't need stitches or anything? Or - or they'll be magical stitches, like actual butterflies ..."
Welcome to Bella trying to distract herself. She would remember to ask JD what the hell was wrong with him if he wasn't a freaking doctor with the potential to wield stupid needles.
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