Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[Clementine was as close to aristocratic as money could buy, she reckoned. She'd just taken more after her momma's people than her daddy's, and that was more on account of disliking the Murphys than anything else. Lore was Southern, and Clem had always wanted to take after her sister with a fierce burning. She liked to think that Lore would approve of this working she had going on, and maybe it was wrong to be tied up in impressing someone who wasn't even bones no more, but Clem was doing just that. But none of that seemed real important there, in that guest room, because this was more immediate than goals and what she was doing with her life.] Why ain't it a replacement? I thought folks that couldn't see touched things and used their fingers near the same as vision. I ain't daft. I know it ain't exactly the same, but... [She trailed.] Do you remember from before? Seeing?
[Close, all that smoke in her hair smelling strong as she leaned, she checked where he said it hurt, and she checked where he said it was loose. She was real careful when she reached for new bandages, and she started cleaning and rewrapping, looking for heat and frowning when she found any that was worrisome. She'd add some antibiotics on, she decided, and she wrapped him tighter some so the loose wouldn't bother him as much. Wasn't a thing to do with ribs but keep them still and wait, and it was the knife stitching she focused on.] We got to keep that tight, so they don't move around, but there ain't any misplaced blood in you. I'd be able to hear it. You want to hear? [She had just tugged the stethoscope off, and she was holding it, willing to show him if he was inclined.]
It happens a whole lot. [She added, answering her own question.]