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Snow's head was pounding. She gritted her teeth and Swineheart poked and prodded at her shoulder until he eventually decided to sew up the wound, which he did with nimble fingers. Bigby had planted himself in the wooden chair across from her, his arms folded across his chest lost in thought, his eyes occasionally flicking up to look at her then back to the carpet, his brows furrowed. Bigby had provided her with a shirt to cover her upper half, which she now pulled tightly to her body, not sure if the shivering was due to cold or shock. Swineheart finally broke the silence that had descended over the apartment like a fog, "The wound should heal soon enough, and your hands will be back to normal, there may be a scar or two..." She glanced at the intricate handle and sharp blade that was smothered in her blood. "I don't care about scars Doctor... I'm more concerned about the effects of the knife on the rest of my body." The doctor sighed and leant against Bigby's table, "I'm afraid I'm not entirely sure. You don't seem to have had any reaction to it at all; perhaps the knife lost its powers once it was used on Bigby?"
Snow looked at Bigby who seemed to be deep in thought and she cleared her throat a little to grab his attention. He huffed and rubbed his tired eyes finally looking at her properly. "My transformation was instant right?" she nodded and he shrugged a little. "Well you don't seem to be any hairier...maybe Doc's right?" She rolled her eyes and glanced at her bandaged hands. "That's not good enough for me...I need to know for certain, one way or another." She glared at both of them and even Swineheart seemed a little nervous of her. "Perhaps the Sheriff could provide you with more insight than I can? From a medical position you are going to make a full recovery. All I can recommend at this juncture is rest." She nodded at him and he collected his case, gave them both a polite farewell and left the apartment.
Snow and Bigby stared at each other for a moment until he smiled, "Fancy a beer? I remembered to put them in the fridge for once. You look like you could do with a drink." She nodded and he headed out to the kitchen as she adjusted his shirt around her, fixing as many buttons as she could. She was still a little shaky. "I can't believe this has happened. Who could be so stupid as to try and rob the Business Office whilst I'm still inside it?" Bigby handed her a cold bottle and pulled his chair so he was sitting closer to her, his legs crossed and his expression serious. "Did you get a look at him? Any defining features, smells, anything?" She closed her eyes and replayed the event in her mind, but nothing stood out. Shaking her head she looked at him again. "He was wearing a ski mask and dressed completely in black. Brown eyes, which doesn't really narrow anything down. I'm sorry...I'm not a very good eye witness." He reached out and patted her knee, "Don't worry about it. These sorts of morons can't help but give themselves away. We'll fix it." She placed a bandaged hand on his and smiled a little.
They sat for a moment and she willed herself to relax a little. She was not going to transform into a wolf at any second then. That was a relief! She sipped on her beer and grimaced a little as the yeasty smell assaulted her nose, holding it away from her she inhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind of the smell. All she found was a mixture of blood, sweat and cigarettes that permeated the room around her. "Do you think you could open a window? It's a bit heavy in here?" He raised an eyebrow as she shivered a little but he obliged, leaving his bottle on the floor. As the air from New York flooded into the apartment she felt sick as the breeze that normally refreshed her, made her head swim. "Are you alright?" Bigby's voice called to her from a distance as she leaned on the arm of the shabby blue chair. "It must just be the shock of it all" she mumbled, "Everything stinks." She tried to open her eyes but it felt as though they were glued together, her body was rocking as if she were being thrown around at sea. She finally felt Bigby's hands on her cheeks, and she began to steady. His familiar scent of huff n' puffs and something else that she had always liked, began to push out the other smells in the room and her head began to clear. When she opened her eyes finally her eyes met his brown ones and she blinked a few times to clear the fog. His hands didn't move from her face and although normally this intrusion would have been unacceptable to her, she was glad just to have something steady to focus on. "Everything smells? What do you mean exactly?" He was so serious it almost scared her. "I don't know. I just feel as though I can smell everything. It's just a little overwhelming... Maybe I should have avoided the beer?" He released his grip on her arms and sighed heavily, his eyes still fixed on hers. "What kind of things can you smell? Describe it to me" he said quietly and she slowly sniffed the air again. "I can smell cigarettes, but that's nothing new. I can smell the yeast in this beer...the takeout box in your kitchen...plus some pretty nasty odours from outside, like exhaust fumes and garbage." She fidgeted a little and avoided his eyes. "I can smell...you" she said quickly and blushed a little but his face betrayed nothing and he continued to look concerned.
He stood and paced around his tiny apartment, and she missed his steadying hands, if only for a second. "What's the matter?" She said although she felt pretty confident she knew what he was thinking. "You know how I pretty much chain smoke all day long? It's not because I am particularly enamoured with smelling like an ashtray, it's to block out the constant assault on my nose that this bloody city launches on it every second of the day." She shook her head, partly in sympathy but also in denial. She didn't want him to say anymore, she couldn't let it be true. "As a wolf...my senses are much stronger so I can smell things that others don't pick up on..." She shook her head again more furtively and her voice was trembling. "Bigby it can't be! I can't be a...wolf!" He knelt down and took her hands once more, squeezing them gently, "It doesn't necessarily mean you are a wolf, maybe you just have a few of the traits?" She scoffed and shook her head, "When is life ever that easy?"