from @agentnash: nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it? - parker @ emily.
"lucky for you, it'll heal just fine. you're not dying." emily adjusts her placement in the metal chair, inching a bit closer in order to reach the spot above his brow. the bunched up rag in her hand is soaked with warm water, but wrung out to avoid dripping; she smooths it across his browbone, ginger, making sure to wipe the blood and not disturb the cut. "and unlucky for you," emily goes on, squinting to focus, "you're going to have a pretty long scar up here for a while. maybe forever. i don't know. i'm not a scar expert." it's all loosely remarked in a tender attempt at making parker smile, but she doesn't check to see if the teasing worked. instead, she continues to clean him up, wiping his hair, his temple, noting a bit of blood on his ear and wiping that. "wish you'd warn me before coming over caked in dry blood. i need a sign on my door that says if you're bleeding, call twenty minutes ahead of time. no soliciting." emily returns the rag to the small bowl of water in her lap, wrings it out, and resumes her cleaning. the large cut has begun to appear with time; it'll need some patching up, some ointment... she'll handle it all. she's going slow for parker's sake. "so when's the part where you spill everything to me? you're supposed to pour your heart out, say what happened, tell me bad men are after you and you need a safe place to hide for the night... all that jazz." emily smiles a little. "still waiting."
