Date Posted:08:29:40 03/04/02 Mon Author: Juli Subject: walks in
She walks in, although injured, keeping a millitary pace that had been driven into her years ago. She sits down on a medical bed, slipping her cloak off. She pulls some bandages to her, and sets them down on the bed. No time for proffesional care, just need to make it pretty. she thinks grimly, tearing away part of her shirt to reveal her blood soaked waist. She stands, and walks over to a sink, the cloth from her shirt still in her hand. She turns on the faucet, and manages to wash all the blood out of the cloth, then wipes the blood away from the near perfect hole in her side. Shaze, a few inches to the right and I would've been dead. Lucky thing I was running. she rubs some antisthetic on the wound, wraps the bandage around her waist, then takes some pain killer. She washes her blood off of her hands, slips her cloak back on, then walks out. Maybe that will slow my death down.
