Sacharissa looked up, rubbing her eyes with a soft yawn when he entered, It was the clatter of the inkwell that drove her to pull back her hands at last, vision still faintly blurry. The sight that met her eyes caused her to gasp, starting up from her seat as she blinked, trying to see more clearly, as if she might blink away the blood. "William, what happened?"
"A dinosaur," William said, obviously distracted by the surplus of blood on his shirt. There might have been some on his arm, too, it was hard to tell; he was every bit as pale as the shirt itself, really. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and did not consider that he should perhaps have given just a tad more information than that.
Sacharissa's hand flew to her mouth, hovering there only a moment before she was reaching out to him. She drew a deep, shuddering breath, then lifted her head, frowning. "What are you doing here, then?" she demanded. "We have to get you to the clinic."
"What?" William said, blinking until he'd managed to focus on her. "I was already at the clinic. They said he should be fine, but there's nothing more I can do up there, so I thought..."
What had he been thinking? When it came to it, he hadn't exactly been thinking at all. He'd just wandered on reflex.
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What had he been thinking? When it came to it, he hadn't exactly been thinking at all. He'd just wandered on reflex.
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