"Bloodletting"
Summary: Mattie goes hunting for Band-Aids. Anything more would tell the entire story.
Note: My taxes are done, are yours? Lauren, Sarah, Cathy F., Lyssa Grace, cmaf, Tez, bloodredcherry, and Uzma—thanks for the feedback.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 15 April 2004
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Sporting a fuzzy bathrobe and a towel turban, Mattie tapped on her roommate's door. "Do you have any Band-Aids?"
"If I do, they're under the sink," Jennifer hollered back.
"Note to self: buy Band-Aids," Mattie muttered as she hobbled out of the apartment. She let herself into Harm's loft when she found the door unlocked.
"What's up, kiddo?" her guardian looked up from a file.
"Do you have any Band-Aids?"
"Let me check."
A minute later, Harm reappeared with a box of Band-Aids to find Mattie with her foot on a chair, pulling a blood-soaked tissue off of her ankle.
"What did you do?" he exclaimed when he saw the gash underneath.
"I decided to slit my ankle with a disposable razor," she told him sarcastically.
"It looks painful."
"You should try shaving off some of your skin," she retorted dryly. "Now if it would only stop bleeding long enough to put on a Band-Aid..."
Summary: Mattie goes hunting for Band-Aids. Anything more would tell the entire story.
Note: My taxes are done, are yours? Lauren, Sarah, Cathy F., Lyssa Grace, cmaf, Tez, bloodredcherry, and Uzma—thanks for the feedback.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 15 April 2004
******
Sporting a fuzzy bathrobe and a towel turban, Mattie tapped on her roommate's door. "Do you have any Band-Aids?"
"If I do, they're under the sink," Jennifer hollered back.
"Note to self: buy Band-Aids," Mattie muttered as she hobbled out of the apartment. She let herself into Harm's loft when she found the door unlocked.
"What's up, kiddo?" her guardian looked up from a file.
"Do you have any Band-Aids?"
"Let me check."
A minute later, Harm reappeared with a box of Band-Aids to find Mattie with her foot on a chair, pulling a blood-soaked tissue off of her ankle.
"What did you do?" he exclaimed when he saw the gash underneath.
"I decided to slit my ankle with a disposable razor," she told him sarcastically.
"It looks painful."
"You should try shaving off some of your skin," she retorted dryly. "Now if it would only stop bleeding long enough to put on a Band-Aid..."