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[OOM: Mara has a surgery, then wakes up...looking crappy.]
The door opens, and a pale, sallow skinned Mara Jade Skywalker pads through the door in hospital garb, a robe held tightly around her. One sleeve of the robe is bloody, from a ripped out IV.
She looks disoriented, then worried, turning to make sure the door is still there.
She shakily heads to a table and sits. Maybe getting up so soon wasn't a good idea.
The door opens, and a pale, sallow skinned Mara Jade Skywalker pads through the door in hospital garb, a robe held tightly around her. One sleeve of the robe is bloody, from a ripped out IV.
She looks disoriented, then worried, turning to make sure the door is still there.
She shakily heads to a table and sits. Maybe getting up so soon wasn't a good idea.
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"Valentine." She whispers, her voice raspy. "Hey."
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She sounds shocked to see the blood.
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She chews on her finger. "Did Ben tell you what happened?"
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And maybe that vampire is concerned, or perhaps he's rolling his eyes because he knows she shouldn't be up and about and expected her to know better too.
Either way, Montparnasse, frowning, standing at the end of the table.
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"How are you?" She asks, like she's not bleeding, like she's not just walked out of a hospital, like she's not just spent a month stuck in bed.
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She takes napkins and rolls the sleeve up, and starts to mop at the blood. "Never rip out your own IV."
She bites her lip. "You're angry...it's not my fault I got hurt."
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"What are you doing here?" He asks, slightly irritated still, but less coolly.
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"Can I get you anything then?" Then adding authoritatively, "and NO alcohol."
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