Nyx Alyxvarius ([personal profile] cancelledtheapocalypse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-02-06 02:46 am (UTC)

[It is a small comfort to only hear that one door shut, she hasn't heard anymore yelling or the stampede of boots up the steps. They where probably tracking her under the presumption of her normal habits, which was run until she couldn't anymore, rest and then run more.

They probably assumed she stopped nearby his building and rested before moving off again. That would give her a little extra time, and depending on this man, might give her a little extra help.

Nyx still isn't sure what to think of him, yet, and as he returns she's already watching him again taking a moment to study what he's brought back with him.]


I can take it off.

[She sits up and while he's busy washing his hands, gingerly removes the towel from her side long enough to pull her shirt up and off, biting down on any pained sound. She tosses it over her legs before sitting back again, pressing the towel back to her side for the moment.]

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