( @thumperking // @blakesque )
the downside to a slayer’s pain tolerance, she’s found, is not realizing when enough is enough. she’d never had her own knife turned on her until tonight, but in the heat of the moment, she’d thought of it as nothing but a graze, but now with her hand pressed to her side and tacky with her own blood soaking through her shirt, she knows better. thank god she’d been wearing black or someone might have wanted to wrestle her into a car and take her to the hospital. no thanks, she hadn’t thought up a story for this one yet. might have had something to do with the blow to the head, but that’s low on her list of priorities right now. her hair covered most of the blood on her temple anyway.
she manages to limp her way towards the row of rooms set in the back of the parking lot, hesitating between the two doors. earlier, when she’d slipped out of the, they’d been in thumper’s room arguing over the best way to handle a ghost or something silly, but she had no idea where everyone was now. it wasn’t unusual for her to slip out for a hunt when she got too antsy, but this was the first time she almost hadn’t made it back. she imagines things will change now.
taking a chance, she slides her key card into the door on the left, colt and rowan’s room, and leans heavily on the door as a concerned set of eyes come up to meet her own. “a little help?”
