quicklog: teo r/jason w
[She came with the same little bag of stuff she had gone to his brother's room with. Small, leather, looked like it belonged to somebody with a medical degree and a white coat, instead of somebody who had done the blood, vomit and piss before the doctor came in to pronounce things one way or the other. Blood, vomit, vigilantes: it had all been one way before. They came, because they figured somebody needed to strap broken ribs or pick glass out of somewhere that didn't do real well with glass lodged in. Here? Teo came to them. Maybe that was what was different. But it wasn't the only thing.
She came, in blue jeans and a tee-shirt that said (faded, but said it all the same) she was a fan of the Sex Pistols instead of scrubs and knocked light, but sure on the exterior of the door. Didn't say anything about the need the first few weeks for a map to where the whole of them were in this place. It wasn't a cluster, close to Bruce and that said enough.]