Claire tried her best to keep the other woman from grabbing at her wound, wishing that the two of them could just continue running away from the music which had started playing faintly down the hall, a xylophone that seemed out of tune, occasional notes running along piano keys. But before she could put up a defense, her hand was tugged away. Claire cringed as she looked down at her shoulder, hoping not to find what she already knew she would, a patch of skin unharmed and unblemished, no trace of a wound left. She inhaled shakily as soon as her eyes confirmed it, then looked up to the other blonde.
What would she think? That Claire was some kind of freak, maybe.
She hated it when people looked at her with fear in their eyes.
"It must've just... glanced me," she offered doubtfully, licking her lower lip and praying for the best, trying to move her hand back to cover the shoulder again— even if she knew it was already too late.
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Claire tried her best to keep the other woman from grabbing at her wound, wishing that the two of them could just continue running away from the music which had started playing faintly down the hall, a xylophone that seemed out of tune, occasional notes running along piano keys. But before she could put up a defense, her hand was tugged away. Claire cringed as she looked down at her shoulder, hoping not to find what she already knew she would, a patch of skin unharmed and unblemished, no trace of a wound left. She inhaled shakily as soon as her eyes confirmed it, then looked up to the other blonde.
What would she think? That Claire was some kind of freak, maybe.
She hated it when people looked at her with fear in their eyes.
"It must've just... glanced me," she offered doubtfully, licking her lower lip and praying for the best, trying to move her hand back to cover the shoulder again— even if she knew it was already too late.