Dossier Thirty-Three

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is curled up in a hospital bed, poking rather morosely at the bandage wound around her forearm.

And the stub where her hand used to be.] I won't be able to practice.

[She closes her eyes and buries her face against the pillow. When she pulls back from it she's smiling a little.] But signore Jose... He was happy. He really was.

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[lamb_of_gold]

[......]

Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Hello, signore.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Approaches and kneels, gesturing to her stump of a wrist] What happened?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[!!!!]

Your hand!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Eh? Oh, it's okay.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Missing a hand is not okay! What happened to it?!

[contract_star]

[FUCK THE WHAT. Also, Hei is barefoot and looking a bit suntan now, though his hair is a mess.]

Henrietta...what happened?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly] There was a grenade.

[contract_star]

How? Why? What was the mission?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[........D:!!!]

Kiddo, what happened? Are you alright?

[Witness: Dorothy, freaking out.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She sits up, looking dismayed.] It's okay! Really. They're making a new one.

[She has the horsie with her, too.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[This is Dorothy just sorta... nervously tucking Henrietta in, adjusting her pillows and making sure she's not feverish or anything, because DAMMIT THIS KIND OF STUFF ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN TO LITTLE KIDS ._.]

That's terrible. Oh, Henrietta, sweetheart.

[HUG. ._.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is standing a ways away from the bed, hands in coat pockets, just...standing there. Without being able to see his eyes, his expression might even be mistaken for just seriousness.]

[...someone is about two seconds away from popping back to your shared reality and offing Jose, Henrietta.]

[You'd better talk fast.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She spots him and beams.] Signore! I saved them. The whole team, almost. Signore Jose told me I did a good job. He even took care of my bandages himself!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Breathe. Do not project anger with Jose onto Henrietta.]

[After a moment he manages to force a slight smile.]

I'm certain he's terribly proud.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[askdjf like everybody else, Martha is freaking out. are you getting tired of people asking how you are? WELL TOUGH.] Are you all right? [snort] Other than the missing hand, that is. [totally surreptitiously checking the bandages, even though she knows she's not human I think? asdf memory; old habits die hard]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Yes! Martha knows. WHY I REMEMBER THAT I DO NOT KNOW. But she does. Anyway, Henrietta pushes her hair back with her hand and her bandaged stump, nodding.] I'm okay. They're making a new one. Really, people don't need to worry so much.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

People 'round here like to worry, that's for sure. And I'm just as guilty of it as the rest of them. [smile] It doesn't hurt at all, does it?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta's current expression: :O]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta does not notice her, preoccupied as she is with her not!hand.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Edges closer] Um, hello?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sealink jumps up next to her, and noses gently at the bandages.] You doing alright there, babe?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pets with her good hand.] I'm okay.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine typically has a mental block when it comes to Henrietta's profession. If he doesn't think about it, he can't get angry, right? But this is too much.]

What happened to your hand?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[As she is beginning to expect the RAWRG! response, she hides her arms under the blankets.]

[Because that'll work.] Nothing.