[ There would be a wry quip waiting for a half naked man raiding the orange juice stash in the middle of the night, no doubt, if it weren't for that bandage at his throat. It's the kind of blood donation Stephen was hoping it wouldn't be and there's something about the immediate tension in the set of his mouth that says there might not be much humor to be found in him tonight. ]
Who did that?
[ Even knowing there are others his instinct gives him an answer. He's got the remembered image of a blond girl with ravenous eyes and a bloodied mouth sitting bright as the day he witnessed her, months ago now, in a place apart. ]
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Who did that?
[ Even knowing there are others his instinct gives him an answer. He's got the remembered image of a blond girl with ravenous eyes and a bloodied mouth sitting bright as the day he witnessed her, months ago now, in a place apart. ]