Night 47: Women's Bathrooms (F01-F40)
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It wasn't until the bathroom door closed behind the pair that Ema finally let go of Agatha's shoulder and started walking independently. Arbitrarily veering right, Ema hobbled to one set of red counters and went about the unpleasant business of removing her pants, peeling the cotton away from her skin where the drying blood had caused the fabric to stick. Belatedly, Ema realized that by peeling off her pants she also peeled away some of the scabs that had started to form down her right leg, and the bleeding started fresh.
Well, that was stupid. Ema scolded herself mentally; she needed to stay on her game here. Even though she'd never taken a class in first aid, the development should have been obvious if only she'd been thinking clearly. Well, at least this way she could get the cuts honestly clean, so maybe it was the best plan after all.
Ema shook her head roughly, hoping to help clear it up a little. Her mind was a mess.
Once her pants were in a pile on the floor, Ema hopped up onto the counter and turned to place her feet into the nearest sink. Time to get a good look and get these cuts and bites cleaned up.
It wasn't until the bathroom door closed behind the pair that Ema finally let go of Agatha's shoulder and started walking independently. Arbitrarily veering right, Ema hobbled to one set of red counters and went about the unpleasant business of removing her pants, peeling the cotton away from her skin where the drying blood had caused the fabric to stick. Belatedly, Ema realized that by peeling off her pants she also peeled away some of the scabs that had started to form down her right leg, and the bleeding started fresh.
Well, that was stupid. Ema scolded herself mentally; she needed to stay on her game here. Even though she'd never taken a class in first aid, the development should have been obvious if only she'd been thinking clearly. Well, at least this way she could get the cuts honestly clean, so maybe it was the best plan after all.
Ema shook her head roughly, hoping to help clear it up a little. Her mind was a mess.
Once her pants were in a pile on the floor, Ema hopped up onto the counter and turned to place her feet into the nearest sink. Time to get a good look and get these cuts and bites cleaned up.