Where: Fair Faribaults
Who: @constance-song
A boy was lying. Cold and still in a hospital bed. An oxygen mask acting as that thin line between life and death. The Doctors were desperately trying to keep him breathing because even though he’s stable right now theres nothing they can do.
Alright. Maybe Clarice was being dramatic, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. There was a boy in hospital. Benjy Fenwick, just some kid that had gotten on the wrong side of a vampire and while she wasn’t as involved in that side of things anymore, she still had contacts. Sort of.
The door slammed shut behind her as she stormed her way though the lobby of Fair Faribaults, ignoring the sideways glances of both the staff and the patrons. “Georgina?” She hissed, slamming open the door of her sisters office, but it was empty, “George!” Fuck. Where the hell was she? Clarice made a u-turn, hightailing it out of Georginas office, tapping on the shoulder of the first person she saw, “Hey!” She growled, “Where’s Georgine?”