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?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[!!!!]

Your hand!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Hello, signore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Eh? Oh, it's okay.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

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

[lamb_of_gold]

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

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, there was a grenade. It cut up my fingers, so they thought I should probably just get the hand replaced.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...it got damaged. They're replacing 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.

[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.]

[contract_star]

How? Why? What was the mission?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. They hid it under a body, and when we moved the body it popped up. We were trying to find Franca. She's a bomb-maker. We had her but then they came and killed everyone.

[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. ._.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[MEEP. Dorothy is hugging her. ._. She closes her eyes and snuggles into it, putting her good arm around Dorothy.] It's really okay. I've had to get new parts before.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

...Before?

[Dorothy is now plotting to steal Henrietta, wrap her up in bubble wrap and packing peanuts and ship her off to Oz where she'll never get blown up again ._.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nodnod.] This really isn't bad. I've had to get my legs replaced before, and some of my organs too.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

......................

[Okay she's straight up gonna just take Henrietta home with her now. Her grip on the edge of Henrietta's hospital bed is approaching white-knuckles in tenseness.]

[And she's uh, not happy.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[D:] Sigorina? Are you okay?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Who's in charge of taking care of you?

[the "BECAUSE THEY REALLY SHOULDN'T BE B|" is implied, here.]

[contract_star]

"They?"

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You mean the doctors or my fratello? [WHYFOR IS EVERYONE ALWAYS MAD AT JOSE? >:]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Padania. They're the ones that blew up the coffee shop before, too.

[contract_star]

The terrorists...

[He crouches down by her bedside, looking concerned.] Does your arm hurt?