None of it looked so bad once the wounds had been cleaned and sealed and wrapped. The needles had been packed away. Rosalie was calmer now. Cole wasn't going to die, although he had drunk all the whiskey, which was unfortunate. She managed a quiet smile at John. "Thank you." Before they could do anything with Cole, she scrambled over to him, biting on her lip again.
"Sorry I didn't listen to you and Ella," she said to him quietly, looking down at her bandaged legs rather then at his. "Once you're back-- let me know if you need anything?" She fidgeted for a couple seconds after she finished speaking, glancing towards Shane, to Micah and John who were obviously packing things up, to the door. All she really wanted to do now was go back to 701, get a drink or two, and go to sleep for a very long time.