He looks at her leaning, and he looks at her arm. His mind begins to splay out small, white words over her face and body. Pale, weak. Signs of heavy blood loss. Her body weight, the amount of food they haven't consumed in the last day or so---
He's got to get her to a hospital.
"On second thought, this place isn't such a good idea, I've got a better one. Give me the keys."
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Date: 2012-08-17 05:30 am (UTC)He's got to get her to a hospital.
"On second thought, this place isn't such a good idea, I've got a better one. Give me the keys."