WhoMarcus and Teagan WhereDog Park When after supper Why First aid and Dugger talk
Sometimes things just happened and it wasn't as if you could run down to Walgreens and buy some neosporin and tylenol. Now when you got wounded, there was real fear that it could fester. People poured moonshine on wounds and drank the white lightning so they'd be shocked into unconsciousness to deal with the pain. When they had a toothache they pulled out the tooth. When they had a cold, they suffered through it. At least there was no more allergy season. Teagan used to go through that wanting to tear out her eyes.
About a week ago she'd gotten in a fist fight, fought some stragglers and a few crawlers and had been rewarded with the wounds that were usually accompanied by bare knuckle scrapping. The bruises had healed. The swelling in her face had gone down. Her black eye had weathered into something yellow and vanishing green.
Teagan's split in her knuckle hadn't healed up as well as she would have liked. Days later and it was real red and real sore. She'd ignored it for a few days. It was that stubborn indomitable part of her that refused to get sick. Infection couldn't be the way she was going to bite it in the end - either from whatever was turning the population to geeks or just getting a knick and having it spoil with a bacteria invasion. When Teagan pictured herself dying it was always in battle. It was always fighting. Never once had she wanted to go out in bed. Not yet.
Of course this stubborn part of her had taken her a few days to get to her friend for care, but she'd come all the same.
So, long story short, she was at Marcus' and she was knocking with the healthy knuckle. It was the famed and much beloved Shave and a Haircut rat a tat that announced that she was there.