It's been weeks since she last ate. Her skin is pale, cheeks hollowed out, hair swept back, sickly but ordinary. It's the only reason her cuts don't stitch themselves up on their own, staying open and bleeding though, bit by bit, the wounds mend themselves anyway. The changes aren't so subtle that they won't be noticeable at all, but there are only so many ways out of this kettle (no pun intended) of fish and the doc is cute enough, so she sits still. The car accident hadn't been particularly pretty, after all. ]
No shit, [ she says, though her voice carries less animosity than it could. ]
[ It's a small accident. The vase drops and of course the shards go everywhere. (At least the flowers are thrown away first.)
The aftermath isn't too bad. It's just one foot that gets cut up, the trail of blood across the kitchen floor suggestive of something out of a horror movie rather than a relatively everyday incident. Elizabeth sits on one of the stools around the kitchen island, one leg stretched out.
She doesn't bother saying anything yet. After all, sorry or I should have been more careful don't make any difference at this point. ]
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deedle dee probably hitting you up like 2468438 times GET READY
It's been weeks since she last ate. Her skin is pale, cheeks hollowed out, hair swept back, sickly but ordinary. It's the only reason her cuts don't stitch themselves up on their own, staying open and bleeding though, bit by bit, the wounds mend themselves anyway. The changes aren't so subtle that they won't be noticeable at all, but there are only so many ways out of this kettle (no pun intended) of fish and the doc is cute enough, so she sits still. The car accident hadn't been particularly pretty, after all. ]
No shit, [ she says, though her voice carries less animosity than it could. ]
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The aftermath isn't too bad. It's just one foot that gets cut up, the trail of blood across the kitchen floor suggestive of something out of a horror movie rather than a relatively everyday incident. Elizabeth sits on one of the stools around the kitchen island, one leg stretched out.
She doesn't bother saying anything yet. After all, sorry or I should have been more careful don't make any difference at this point. ]