panic had set in when she had ran from the junkyard, leaving her cousin in the hands of steve harrington, her cowardice hidden beneath the hissing and the crying from the shooting pains eminating from the wound on her arm. her prayers are answered as the door swings open, the familiar voice offering comfort and solace in a moment of pain and blood loss - she could go for something STRONG to take the edge off right about now.
“ i’ll tell ya later, mads … ” the truth was she had been impulsive and reckless to try and get to dustin the the bus at the junkyard, dart and his dumb little demodog friends weren’t happy with that and she ended up with a chunk of her arm turning into dinner - not to mention the bite to her ankle, though not as serious as her arm wound. she quickly shuffles inside, squeezing her hand tightly across the seeping bite.
rebecca drops heavily onto a seat at the kitchen table, her wounded arm now resting on the pristine table and marking the polished wood with her blood as it dripped down her bare flesh. “ no !! “ her voice is sharp and the movement of her body causes a hiss to quickly follow before waving her blood stained hand, “ i mean, no … i can’t go to the hospital with this. please. ”
her heart is pounding at a million miles an hour , and her hands are working just as fast ; tearing the contents of her cupboards apart as she hunts for supplies . ❝ okay , okay . no hospitals , got it . ❞ she still can’t see how she’s supposed to handle this on her own , though ---- she’s only used to minor injuries . but what choice does she have ?
scurrying back across to the table , she throws her a cloth . ❝ hold this on your arm . we’ll deal with your ankle later . ❞ dumping the first aid kit upside down onto the table , she rifles through for the antiseptic . finally locating it , she covers the nearest towel in it before moving to sit beside her , forcing herself to keep herself steady as her gaze shifts to the injury once more .
❝ shit ... ❞ her stomach turns at the sight of it , but she forces herself to remain strong ; breathing in slowly before exhaling again . ❝ right , this is going to hurt , but please try to stay still . ❞ meeting her eyes only briefly , she then leans forwards to clean the wound . teeth chew down on her lip as she focuses herself properly on it , wanting to make sure that she takes care of it the best she can .
❝ what happened , becks ... ? ❞ she whispers , voice fragile , almost afraid to hear the answer . ❝ it looks like something has taken a fucking bite out of you ... ❞ but she still can't understand how that could possibly be it .