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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Die of boredom, maybe," Lexie said in a low, serious sounding tone. Her preliminary assessment of Chris was already underway when she heard Connor introduct the pair of them. "Nice meeting you both," she said, looking up with somewhat happier eyes.

When Connor mentioned that he hadn't seen her before she shrugged a little. "I've got a room, back and down the hall past the showers," did you guys even know there were showers? "I've been kind of... hiding." Hiding, moping, fearing; it was all sort of the same, really. Oh, lets not forget avoiding, too.

Careful fingers were gently pulling at the torn tissue of Chris' wound, trying to get a better look at the damage she'd reach with her free hand to guide Connor's and that flashlight into better position. The wound was red and enflamed within, along the borders the tissue looked like it was already starting to go necrotic, which gave the young doctor pause. It really was a bite from a zombie, wasn't it? They'd have to wait and see, really. See if all those movies were right.

Sweet Jesus.

"We're going to have to get more fluid into you, Chris. And I'd love to give you painkillers, but I'm worried what they'd do to you right now. Plain old aspirin..." She was thinking aloud. "Any allergies?" She should have asked first, shouldn't she? He could have a latex allergy for all she knew. Ooops.

She looked at Connor, pulling back a little from Chris' side as if to indicate she was pretty much done. It wasn't like she could pull out her magical zombie-flu remedy or anything. Sorry.