Re: Hallway: Clem, Amelia, Shane, Graham
[Clem thought she was real good at acting. She was better than her momma, sure as the day was long, and however poorly Graham thought she was, it was nothing compared to what was churning in her innards for days now. Whenever there was time for sitting at the hospital, she kept having these fears that made not a lick of sense, all centered around the door closing and everyone being forced to get real naked. She thought she was doing real good at keeping that out of sight, but maybe there was something akin to thankfulness when Graham and Shane stepped into the hall.]
I don't care a lick where we go. [She stood, and it wasn't true in the literal sense, since places with bleeding and locked doors weren't going to be a lot of fine with her. She motioned to the blood all over her scrubs, and she tugged on a lanky strand of brown hair.] Long as I can wash this away, anywhere's fine. I'm not made for places with plenty of bleeding. [Truth was, she wasn't made for any of this.] Somewhere nice and bright would be real nice. Warm water and good sleeping. [Even the penthouse in Gotham had been dreary, and she missed Southern summers and warm sun on her skin.]