I should have called, invited her over. Why didn't I get in touch with her?
Julianna shook her head at herself. This was no time for self-recrimination. Her doubts, as potent as they were, would not help her at the moment. They certainly wouldn't help Valerie.
"It looks deep enough." She couldn't really see the wound because of the way the Slayer had positioned her arm, but if she was bleeding that much it was more than a flesh wound. And had the blonde said she'd thought it would draw 'them' out faster? It was true the undead could smell blood, like sharks that walked on land. Julianna's stomach tightened with dread.
"No, it doesn't look as if anyone's around."
Now she was faced with a dilemma. If she tried to break through the apparent fugue state, Valerie could become hysterical, which would be even less productive. Had Elfleda paid another visit, done to her what she'd done to Julianna? The Englishwoman's well-cut mouth tightened,
"You're hurt." Her tone was gentle, without command. "I have a first aid kit in the car. May I see to your arm?"
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on 2013-12-28 05:58 am (UTC)Julianna shook her head at herself. This was no time for self-recrimination. Her doubts, as potent as they were, would not help her at the moment. They certainly wouldn't help Valerie.
"It looks deep enough." She couldn't really see the wound because of the way the Slayer had positioned her arm, but if she was bleeding that much it was more than a flesh wound. And had the blonde said she'd thought it would draw 'them' out faster? It was true the undead could smell blood, like sharks that walked on land. Julianna's stomach tightened with dread.
"No, it doesn't look as if anyone's around."
Now she was faced with a dilemma. If she tried to break through the apparent fugue state, Valerie could become hysterical, which would be even less productive. Had Elfleda paid another visit, done to her what she'd done to Julianna? The Englishwoman's well-cut mouth tightened,
"You're hurt." Her tone was gentle, without command. "I have a first aid kit in the car. May I see to your arm?"