week 2; clarke (monday)

[paook]

[ after the incident with the noise dog, and cursing out max over it, miki is slowly walking across the plaza and desperately trying to find the resident medic of their group. she doesn't want to shout however for her, no matter how much pain she's in, because drawing unwanted attention to herself right now won't do any good. she doesn't want any pity, or anyone to ask her how it happened or why, because she immediately knows they'll chide her for being irresponsible. she doesn't need that! she needs help, and there's one person she knows can help.

and when she catches sight of clarke, her black sweater off and wrapped comically large and thick around her left hand, she's quick to walk over. ]

Clarke! Clarke, oh god, I'm so glad I found you.

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[paook]

Thank you.

[ she gasps and sobs a little, both in pain and relief. it's so hard to ask for help and she thought about just dealing with it alone. she's glad she didn't. ]

That dog, the one that hangs around with Max. It bit it off.

[romancekiller]

[clarke finds herself surprised but that soon shifts back towards concern] That's awful... [it's not long after they find somewhere to sit and she pulls out the first aid kit from her bag picking out a few supplies so she can treat the injury] Give me your hand&mash; I can try to properly bandage that up for you.

[paook]

[ she nods and slowly starts to undo the sweater wrap around her head. a tiny stub is all that remains of her pinky, the hand bright red and the wound starting to coagulate minorly. ]

He didn't even care when I told him, Clarke. That child is a spawn of Satan, or something else. He's just evil.

[romancekiller]

He— what? You know, I'm not even surprised that this point especially with how this game is. [clarke doesn't really say much more than though since she tries to focus on cleaning up the wound once miki unwraps the sweater.]

I just need to clean up this up first so this will sting a bit before I can put the bandage on.