rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
The blood was the first thing she saw, and it took only a few seconds' time for Rose to scramble from the bed and right herself to a standing position. Even less seconds passed before she crossed the room to him, only stopping a few steps short. The last thing she wanted to do was smother or stop him, scare him when something so obviously and evidently traumatic had happened. Tension swelled itself up in her throat and she touched her tongue briefly, featherlight, to her lower lip.
"Jack.."
His name was all that made its way off her lips, and then Rose was lifting her hands to touch his shoulders, not caring about the blood that might be there as a result of the gesture. She wanted nothing more than to be some form of comfort to him in any way she was able, even if that was small and insignificant in the long run. Her hands moved to take the shoulders of the coat and she tugged it from his tired, weary outline.