Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
[Iris didn't have much experience with seeing blood other than her own, but the need to make sure that Joey didn't pass out right there in the kitchen was more important to her than the roiling discomfort of her stomach. She glanced up from his hand just in time to see that grin across his face, and she shook her head with something that almost looked like a smile of her own, there and gone again in a second. She moved just enough to react to his self-appointed task of tossing the paper towels on the floor, shaking her head again.] I don't think that's going to help...
[She pressed her lips together at the insistence of her being part of the family, so many arguments to that springing to mind. But they obviously had more important issues to address. Though she couldn't quite stop herself from shaking her head harder.] I've told him to fuck himself more than once. It doesn't seem to matter much. Maybe because it's in the journals. ...or because nothing's going to help there.
[And she didn't think that this moment was going to be the basis for a close sibling relationship with Joey, not with the way his eyes were glazing - alcohol, weed, or blood loss, none of them were helpful to clear thoughts on his part. But at least he wasn't shouting, and he wasn't refusing to go to the hospital.] You know, I have money for the hospital if you need. Someone gave me what looks to be money from Gotham for Christmas. That I can't spend where I am. [She didn't mention that it was in the inside pocket of the coat, that she'd brought it along once she'd figured out where it was from.
Even so, she was wiping a hand off on her already ruined shirt and reaching into Joey's pocket to fish out the wallet, leaving it on the counter. That done, she looked at him, trying to figure out how to get him to the nearest hospital.]