Recolle Log Overflow

[true_noir]

What the tin says. Every once in a while, the log threads hit captcha, so here we go!

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[long_live_the_queen]

[Lucy was, for once, uncaring about being touched. She had too many other things to be concerned about, like not losing a very distant lunch and breathing normally. Her shoulders stiffened out of reflex, but she didn't flinch or pull away.]

'm fine.

[Her stubbornness is intact! She'll probably live.

There is blood leaking out of the cut on her face, though.]

[true_noir]

[It was the stomach that worried her more, but when it did not start oozing red stuff, she grabbed for some of the fabric strips from before and took out a bit of the rubbing alcohol, dabbing it on the wound on her cheek.

She was breathing more easily now, since they weren't in immediate danger. She could retrieve knives momentarily.] You had me worried there for a moment. Why did you take that risk?

[long_live_the_queen]

[Lucy jerked away from the sting of the rubbing alcohol she didn't see coming, but she froze in place afterwards. She was behaving, see?]

Does it matter?

[So what if she hurt? She was being stupid, and probably deserved that even if she hadn't been. If she wasn't dragging herself back from the hospital, it wasn't anyone's concern.]

[true_noir]

[Chloe frowned and waited for the face to freeze, dabbing to make sure the cut was disinfected and then applied some pressure. Bandages were such a pain in the ass right now. Really, couldn't they have at least shrunk the bandaids too?]

Yes, because I don't want you to be hurt, Lucy. I want you to be ok, alright? We should get you away from here, and somewhere safe, with no bugs.

You fought well... I ... I just don't like the idea of you being in danger, alright?