InsaneJournal

Closing her journal, Martha set it back in the box, pen on top of it. Shortly after Luna had left she'd tended to her own wound. It was still seeping blood, which meant it must have been deeper then she thought. Grabbing one of the extra sheet, she wrapped it around her leg carefully, trying to hold the two pieces of skin together and still wrap it effecently. She hissed through her teeth, ever minute that passed made her wish for home and it's comforts a little more. After that was done, she took a minute to breath deeply and let the pain wash away. Wishing wasn't going to magically take her home, so she forced herself to put all of her wishes and hopes for the future back into a mental box. Gritting her teeth, she pulled off her boot, the pain made her wince and gasp. After a couple minutes of poking at it just to make sure it really <i>wasn't</i> broken, Martha used the last bit of thin cloth she had to wrap it tightly around the foot. That'd help keep the swelling down. Gingerly she pulled on her boot again, lasing it up tightly.

Grabbing up another sheet, this one with little rainbows and flowers on it, Martha tucked it under her arm-and then, knelt down and scribbled on a piece of paper to Tink Gone to be a doctor and help people, be back soon. -Martha- And left it out ontop of Tink's box. Finally, she eased the door shut, careful not to shut it all the way least Tink couldn't get back in and started the trek to the clock tower. It was just a little past the Drug and Liqure store, and tall. So Martha didn't have any trouble finding it. As she started for the door she paused. The clock tower, in Martha's opinion was even weired then the open and empty gym. It was falling apart, as if it had been abandoned for years.

"Merope?" Martha called out, pushing the door open.