Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia stood to the side of the stretcher, a curious eye glancing down toward her newly found patient. The whole thing was becoming more and more curious to her as she directed the stretcher toward the lift for the fourth floor. The younger girl continued to speak as Hestia nodded her head in understanding.
"What a good Samaritan," Hestia murmured.
The woman was looking more and more familiar as they moved down the long crowded hallway. But Hestia couldn't put a name to her face. However, as she looked more closely at the woman, she saw a few major signs of distress and injury. The matted blood sticking to her hair was enough to force Hestia to speed up her gait.
"You didn't check for identification did you?" she asked, her mind suddenly moving in a hundred different directions.