Re: AFTERMATH-Florence & John
The second the Roadhouse door opened, Florence instantly filled with panic. This battle had gotten too close, despite their efforts. She and Olivia were passing out supplies on a consistent basis, armed the entire time. Thanks to Jo's training, Florence had at least learned to shoot, to defend herself, to defend the little girl who depended on her. But it wouldn't be enough, not in a full on onslaught of demons.
When the first of the survivors walked into the room, however, she breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the costs, whatever losses they'd just faced...at least it was over.
She left Bo playing with the other children and stepped towards the front to wait for the others. She needed to see who'd survived this. Fear gripped her, and she glanced outside, nearly fainting when she saw a familiar figure. He was all right. Alive, at least, and that was truly all she could ask.
Gun still by her side, she walked to the front porch, to the newly falling snow, and winced. He looked terrible. She pulled a soft bandage from his bag and filled it with the some of the water from the bottle at her hip. Gently, she wiped down his face, trying to find if any of the bloody places on him were his and needed to be bandaged. Because if they were, he certainly wouldn't do it.
He looked like his world had just ended. As if Sherlock had died all over again.
"You're safe," she said softly, eyeing him carefully. There was a reason for his pain, but she was almost afraid to ask what it was.