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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 15:20:16 GMT -5
"I found her on the pavement- she was bleeding, Zira-"
Herbert sounded slightly breathless as he pushed his way in. There was a rather shapeless form in his arms, wrapped almost entirely in his cloak.
"Clear off the bed upstairs or something-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 15:26:34 GMT -5
*With a concerned frown, he started upstairs, expecting Herbert to follow.*
"What happened? Who is 'her'?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
Herbert didn't hear him, instead glancing back to the bundle in his arms and muttering in a concerned tone as he followed him up the stairs.
When he reached the bedroom, he hurried by Aziraphale and laid the bundle out on the bed, revealing it to be a very young, very petite girl with a bloody shoulder and a torn dress.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 15:40:53 GMT -5
"Oh- oh dear- Do you know this girl, Herbert?"
*She looked awfully familiar... Then he realized- she'd been at the ball. What had her name been?*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 15:45:09 GMT -5
"Since I was a child," Herbert said without taking his eyes off of her, tenderly smoothing her odd lavender hair. "She is my cousin, after all."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 15:49:41 GMT -5
"Ah- I had no idea..."
*He frowned, bring his attention back to the pressing matter- taking care of the girl.*
"How bad is that gash on her shoulder?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 15:51:48 GMT -5
"I don't know," Herbert mumbled.
Slowly, he lowered himself to kneel at her side and took her limp hands with tremendous tenderness.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:09:02 GMT -5
"I'll get some bandages," *he said, heading for the bathroom and the totally unnecessary, really, but you never know, first aid kit.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:11:25 GMT -5
Herbert was still barely listening, only looking at the girl's slack face.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:22:18 GMT -5
*He returned with water, a clean cloth, and bandages.*
"Herbert, help me with this," *he asked gently.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:26:35 GMT -5
He looked at Aziraphale with a slightly pleading expression, glanced back at the girl, and then slowly rose to his feet and approached the angel, still looking back at her.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:30:50 GMT -5
*He went around to the other side of the bed, and knelt to be level with her shoulder. He pulled the torn sleeve away from the wound and began carefully cleaning away the blood.*
"It doesn't look too bad," *he assured Herbert.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:32:39 GMT -5
Herbert dropped silently into a chair and pressed a hand to his forehead, squinting slightly at the light. He looked almost ill as he mumbled something unintelligible.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:42:30 GMT -5
*Aziraphale decided that Herbert could wait- he'd tend to the girl for now. With her shoulder clean of blood, it was fast work to bandage the wound.*
"Herbert? I think she'll be all right-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:46:37 GMT -5
"She shouldn't have been out on her own," Herbert sighed. "She's fragile."
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