where: Sick Bay when: after events of NeverEnding Night whom: closed to @seraphsaint
Doctors do not bring Violet any comfort. No, no. They bring memories of her brother, fifteen and dangerously feverish. The only time she has ever pleaded to anyone: Can you help him? Please please tell me you can save him. Doctors: the helpers of society. But to her, reminders of mortality. Symbols of the death that has always seemed to lust for her soul. That is why she has come later rather than sooner, and why the bandages on her two hands are more soiled than acceptable. But even if the dull red fabric is hard to look at, she knows what is beneath them is much worse. Her tantrum in the brig has left little skin on her knuckles, and oh is she paying the price for the outburst.
She thought about just stealing some bandages for herself, they would not notice the difference. But at this moment, would be easier if someone dressed them for her and she is trying to keep her criminal acts to a minimum.
She taps on the door with her wrist, making herself known.
“Oh good. Its you. I know everything is cocked up at the moment and I think the sun has burned out but...Could you, possibly, change my bandages? I would do it myself but it would hurt less if someone else did it.”