Who: Jo Harvelle, Dr. Cox When: After this Where: Dr. Cox's place (that sounds dirty, lol) Rating: Most likely language
After defeating the large smelly wolf Jo hobbled out of the alley, clutching her right arm that took the brunt of her fall close to her body. It throbbed intensely and she prayed that it wasn't broken. There was one way to find out though, and the extra set of hands would be great when it came to cleaning up the cuts on her left arm. She hailed down a passing cab and slid into the backseat carefully, wincing as her leg bent, having cut herself on her own damn knife whe the Wharg fell on her.
She gave off Dr. Cox's address to the cabbie who gave her a dubious look in the mirror. "You sure you don't want a hospital lady?"
Jo smirked. Sure, with what insurance and what cash. Plus she really didn't want to deal with strangers at the moment. She was in pain and not very happy. "No." She snapped and then paused. "My friend, he's a doctor," she explained a little more calmly, and the driver seemed to relax a little and headed through the confused streets to the address.
She knocked on Perry's door with her foot, her hoodie slung over her left arm to keep from dripping blood on the carpet of the hallway. She idly wondered how the good doctor would react to her current state, she had never really spoken much to him about this aspect of her life before.