It was a very bedraggled Kathy who ended up knocking on Barry's warehouse door with a very worried puppy whining at her feet. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were all rucked about and filthy, she had several cuts and bruises, and her arm was hanging at her side in a fairly unnatural way.
In short, it looked like she'd been in the middle of a localized hurricane, dislocated her shoulder against a tree, and then had rocks thrown at her, some of which connected.
Which made sense, because that's what had happened.
She knew she needed to see a doctor, but no one had been at the clinic when she'd stumbled out of the park and her mind threw out Barry as the next best thing. Maybe he'd have some kind of scientifically magic healing-mabob. Maybe he'd have a goddamned aspirin. Maybe he'd let her crash on a couch so she wouldn't have to face her roommate for a little while.
Any one of those things would be delightful. For now, though, she was just going to lean against the door and kind of...knock with her face. Yeah. That sounded good.
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In short, it looked like she'd been in the middle of a localized hurricane, dislocated her shoulder against a tree, and then had rocks thrown at her, some of which connected.
Which made sense, because that's what had happened.
She knew she needed to see a doctor, but no one had been at the clinic when she'd stumbled out of the park and her mind threw out Barry as the next best thing. Maybe he'd have some kind of scientifically magic healing-mabob. Maybe he'd have a goddamned aspirin. Maybe he'd let her crash on a couch so she wouldn't have to face her roommate for a little while.
Any one of those things would be delightful. For now, though, she was just going to lean against the door and kind of...knock with her face. Yeah. That sounded good.