------@dngerclose: " perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i'm confident that you're not going to die on my sofa, that is. " (here.)
------SHE WAS USED to forging temporary truces in the name of surviving . perhaps her brother would scold her that it wasn't the right way , but all that was left of alex sanders was the little biting voice at the back of her head and morgan hardly counted that as reality . still , her options were severely limited when she was actively bleeding out and if someone was offering her a place to patch up she wouldn't turn her nose up at it .
if that meant they might be enemies in the morning , so be it .
" i can promise i'm not going to die on your sofa . " she lifted the tattered hem of her shirt enough to inspect the gash in her side and winced for the sharp burn it caused . fabric peeled from drying blood , just - enough that it stuck to the frayed edges of the wound and pulled them anew ... any scabbing that had begun undone in the smooth motion . she hissed her frustration and lifted her gaze to vlad's eyes , wet her lips with her tongue , and huffed . " you wouldn't happen to have a needle and thread lying around , would you ? or like ... superglue ? "