[Good helping mood? When isn't he in one of those?
But there's no reply to her post, to her plea, whether or not she'd admit it to being such. No, not in the least. There's no reply until there's a clinking at the door, which she may or may not hear. There's no reason to panic, however, as John has simply picked any locks in place and literally bursts through the door immediately after. If there's a chain lock from the inside, well, the door is clearly going to need some work. He may look like a sickly malnourished bastard, but he has strength in reserves for when it's needed.]
CHRISTINE! WHERE ARE YOU?
[And he'll barge around like a gentleman until he finds her, of course.]
[Christine hadn't been staring at the screen waiting for a reply. That would be silly and very much too damsel in distress. Really, she hadn't been... not too much at least.
The door bursting open is something she hears instantly and she turns her head to face her rooms door which stands open.]
[John's bathroom may smell like bleach many times during the week, bleach to keep his shirts startlingly, blindingly white, but that doesn't matter. No, nothing matter right now but Christine. Not that car, either.
White shirt, ironed and pressed, suit, all of it be damned. He's not having a moment more of this aggravating woman being bloody and bruised on her own. No, she needs to go the clinic, as she stated. And even though John has been known to go out of his way to avoid walking near anything resembling a medical facility, this isn't about him. None of this is. The mirrors, the bleeding, the sores and bruises and whatnot-he'll have to do something about later, of course, but he's not about to play Seer while she's...like that.]
You're tellin' me directions as we go.
[And that's all he says. Unnerving how quickly he seems to take in all of her weak points, perhaps even more when he simply pulls the bed sheet up and has no qualms wrapping her in it, careful of each and every wound on her.]
[Christine is a bit breathless from either the pain or being lifted so quickly. She nods as she catches her breath and let's her mouth twitch slightly as her ankle gives a twinge. She barely notices that a new cut has appeared on her jaw past the fact that she will really have to through out the shirt she is wearing later. There is simply no chance the blood stains will come out.]
Thanks for coming...
[She gets out with as much of a smile as she can manage at the moment. Right now she is in pain, but she has yet to feel too much dizziness which would have been a bad sign of blood loss. Although at the brief memory she has of what she had seen in the mirror, it might not be blood loss that was her biggest concern. The bruising around her neck had looked decidedly fatal.]
Take a left when you hit the street. Four blocks down take a right and just keep going.
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Christine?! Goddammit! Tell me you've got someone coming to help you!
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I do. And I'll be there no matter what. Just keep the bleeding down.
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[Christine nods but also has a look that says she is still going to try and get to the clinic.]
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But there's no reply to her post, to her plea, whether or not she'd admit it to being such. No, not in the least. There's no reply until there's a clinking at the door, which she may or may not hear. There's no reason to panic, however, as John has simply picked any locks in place and literally bursts through the door immediately after. If there's a chain lock from the inside, well, the door is clearly going to need some work. He may look like a sickly malnourished bastard, but he has strength in reserves for when it's needed.]
CHRISTINE! WHERE ARE YOU?
[And he'll barge around like a gentleman until he finds her, of course.]
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The door bursting open is something she hears instantly and she turns her head to face her rooms door which stands open.]
Over here!
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White shirt, ironed and pressed, suit, all of it be damned. He's not having a moment more of this aggravating woman being bloody and bruised on her own. No, she needs to go the clinic, as she stated. And even though John has been known to go out of his way to avoid walking near anything resembling a medical facility, this isn't about him. None of this is. The mirrors, the bleeding, the sores and bruises and whatnot-he'll have to do something about later, of course, but he's not about to play Seer while she's...like that.]
You're tellin' me directions as we go.
[And that's all he says. Unnerving how quickly he seems to take in all of her weak points, perhaps even more when he simply pulls the bed sheet up and has no qualms wrapping her in it, careful of each and every wound on her.]
Cuz we're going now.
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Thanks for coming...
[She gets out with as much of a smile as she can manage at the moment. Right now she is in pain, but she has yet to feel too much dizziness which would have been a bad sign of blood loss. Although at the brief memory she has of what she had seen in the mirror, it might not be blood loss that was her biggest concern. The bruising around her neck had looked decidedly fatal.]
Take a left when you hit the street. Four blocks down take a right and just keep going.
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