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Originally Posted by CreeperLover649
~~Clara Winglet~~
(here's a question/crazy fact for you: why is cargo on a ship called cargo, but cargo on a car called a shipment?)
Clara opened her eyes to see Halfheart where her wound was. She must think that I gaged because of my wound. She pointed to the broken couch, to the hand sticking out of the wreckage. "There..." She slowly stood up and leaned on the wall, pain gripping her leg. Somehow, the girl got down the hallway and into her old room. The bed frame was still intact, which didn't surprise Clara, as it was made of metal, and just got very rusty, but the bedsheets and pillows and pillowcases were almost gone, if not gone already. The mattress looked like it might explode in a puff of cotton at any moment. So Clara half expected it to blow up when she threw herself on it. But it didn't. She looked down at Halfheart and pointed out of the room. Go. Bathroom. There is medicine and first-aid stuff there. She tried to pretend she was opening up a first-aid kit, wrapping bandages around her hurt leg and drinking medicine, and pointed out of the room again. |
Halfheart's first thought was,
Bad idea!
when Clara stood.
She watched carefully as Clara did stuff with her hands, pointing and moving them around her leg. Halfheart went in the direction she pointed, and when she got there found that this den was still mostly intact.
Medicine place!
She jumped on a tall white thing, her claws catching on its chipped white surface. She nudged a red box-thing, and it popped open- just like Clara had motioned.
Herbs? Halfheart closed it again and snatched it up. She leaped down, carrying it back to Clara. She jumped onto the nest-thing beside Clara, and popped the red thing open again. Inside was a couple orange containers, a blue container, and some fluffy stuff like the gauze Sly had brought when Clara made him bite her arm.
Ew. she thought, wrinkling her nose as she remembered the scene.