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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The truth was, Rose had seen the spots on his head. But short of washing them out really well, she had no idea how to take care of them in this twisted version of Survivor. Maybe Lexie could figure it out, or apparently Elliot. "Elliot's a doctor, too?" she all but yelped. "What the hell, is everyone here a genius? Why'd they bother yanking me in, distraction from all the intelligence?". Okay, so every once in a while, Rose Tyler was a little self-centered.

Heaving a sigh, she found the clean...well, clean looking cloths and wet them. Taking a deep breath, she sorted through the mess of curls, still wavy if not half as wirey as they'd been when he was little. Blood-wimp or not, Rose winced at the sight. "I think these may look worse than they are," she confessed, dabbing away the worst of the blood. Poor guy. But she refused to feel too badly; she had told him to stay put, after all! "I hear the head naturally bleeds more... When you get back to the van? Make sure she takes a look."

Because then she grinned, despite the grim sight in front of her. "Because, as your caregiver, I demand proper treatment." She couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "How old are you, anyway? And remember, age doesn't always equal maturity!"