winston (wineoclock) wrote in warrantlogs, @ 2016-01-18 13:27:00 |
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The blood on Jude's cheek had dried thickly. He'd already glazed over the fact that it wasn't his own, much as he had about what caked the collar of his shirt (not his), staining the material of his jeans (his own). The bandage that Mathias had hastily wrapped around his hand had soaked through with scarlet long before they'd reached the ship — but any closer to the artery and the destination might have been elsewhere with glass walls and sterilized equipment to the ceiling. Luck, if such a thing existed. |