lexie grey ( @ayarn ) : helps my museĀ patchĀ up a wound.
kim had been on an unlucky streak, it started with ... well, it started with getting shot. that was the most unlucky, it made everything else seem like minor inconveniences, and it was to her. but that's not the look on the face of the doctor - who was also her friend. "i cut myself on a kitchen knife, adam insisted i come here - said he thought i needed stitches?" tilting her head towards the hand she'd ( semi ) bandaged with a dish towel. it was the best she had in her apartment. "think i can work still?" it's mostly a joke, only slight hint of anxiety. kim couldn't be benched again - she'd never be able to reach her goals and dreams if she kept doing that.
"it was just ... bleeding a lot. i don't think it was that deep, but i didn't get a proper look before we did ... that." gesturing with her right hand to the left one with the towel wrapped around it. this better be nothing bad; she loves being a cop, and she really wants to get back to work again in the morning, luckily she was right handed. so it was mostly? just the support hand, right? smiling a tiny bit awkward at lexie. "be kind to me, doc. lie and say it isn't bad, even if it is. i can still feel all my fingers, look!" wiggling her fingers for the doctor.














