After three hours of blood transfusions, tamed anesthetics and stitching, Carly hobbled out of the doors she’d come in. A nurse had been kind enough to lend her a washcloth to wipe off the streaked cosmetics, and they’d disinfected and wrapped her bum leg. She got a rabies shot on the house, too, and watching a long needle sink into her belly was just the icing on the shit cake.

Overall, she looked more relaxed, but that was courtesy of the drugs still pulling through her veins. Dazed, she looked across the waiting room, then found Tzich. Even with the fog of anesthesia, she formed a stern glare and nodded at him with iron will.

“You,” her voice was hoarse and tired, and she pointed with her thumb to the exit behind her, “come with me.”

Once he was up and following her, and she’d signed her paperwork (and endured the inexplicably rude glowers of the nurses at the front desk), she went out the door.

Outside she sighed and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She raised her eyebrows to Tzich. 

“Alright, I’m pretty lost and damn tired. Tell me what I need to know?” Most of the spunk had been knocked out of her.