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[fibrosis]

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[westerley]

[It's been a long day. One of these interminable days, like every second's on a loop, everything taking five times as long as normal. From the warrant going FUBAR, to the injury, to hiding the injury from Johnny, all of it felt like it was playing in slow-motion in Dutch's head, making it harder to pretend everything was fine.

How she managed, she wasn't entirely sure. But she'd been alone when she got ambushed by a guard, Johnny busy hacking into the building's mainframe, and somehow, she'd kept the blaster shot she took to the ribs a secret from Johnny. She'd closed her jacket over the wound, skintight clothing keeping some pressure on it, and they'd booked it home.

Home. Old Town was filthy as ever as Dutch walked its streets, eyes glassy and unseeing. She was planning on going to see Pree as soon as she could, but she didn't want to run the risk of stumbling upon Johnny having a drink. Why hadn't she told him?

He'd needlessly worry. Try to sideline Dutch. She couldn't take it, couldn't take the sympathy in his eyes, and the knowledge that she'd fucked up. No. No, she needed to help herself, without Johnny by her side. She could do it.

She pressed a hand to her ribs, walking unsteadily, keeping her eyes to the feet and trying not to think about bloodloss, when she bumped into someone's chest, head first, and fell right back, her vision going black.]

\o/ idk is this okay

[fibrosis]

[ old town isn't necessarily a dangerous place if you know how to navigate it. or if you've got a lifetime of making connections within it, i mean, everyone has their methods.

point is, walking around looking disoriented and with a bit of a stumble to your stride - even if it weren't dutch, it would be mildly concerning. he's not a big fan of easy targets; even less so of the fact that people have to be so cautious in the place they live, and even more so of the circumstances that created this whole situation.

anyway.

given that it is dutch, it's immediately highly concerning. he says her name once, within what he thinks is earshot, altering his trajectory to stand in her path, but she doesn't respond. that alone means that he stops in front of her and watches to see what happens. in all honesty, he wasn't expecting her to actually run into him, but it definitely speaks to whatever level of not-okay she's currently operating at. ] Dutch?

[ he says her name a couple more times before collision, and he's quick enough to catch her when she apparently passes out. (i'm p sure she did pass out bc vision going black but if she didn't feel free to have her wake up again here

if she doesn't -) she's gonna wake up at his place in old town. the room is more or less what might be expected of a scarback - the bed is okay but not great; the lighting is okay but a mix of candles and old town electronics; the room is large enough to have a bed and a small bit of floorspace which alvis is currently inhabiting, &c. he's got a couple shelves with things on them, but that's it. if she does wake up here, it'll be to a shirt that was carefully pulled out of the way, and to a covered patch of platelets and bandaging. he doesn't have many supplies in his dwelling, but there is a certain amount given in storage for personal prayer. he's still nearby, quiet and waiting on her to regain consciousness and explain what the hell she was doing. maybe he's meditating, or trying to. ]