“So I’ve seen…” Brooke replied lightly and pulled herself to her feet. She shared a furtive glance with the doctor, something like an inside joke, as she followed him back into the kitchen.
This time, she sat as requested, and thumped into the chair. She glanced to Algy at the sink as she did. He was whistling and folding towels, the air about him was cloudy with steam or smoke. She could smell fire, but that could have just been the memory of flames set into their clothes.
The doctor met her eyes and she stared back. His question coaxed a smirk from her. Brooke smacked her lips, her eyes roaming in thought. She sighed and settled on an explanation. “I kinda cut my nerves.” Her grin widened at the understatement. “Can’t feel much of anything right now.” Brooke confided.
This time, she sat as requested, and thumped into the chair. She glanced to Algy at the sink as she did. He was whistling and folding towels, the air about him was cloudy with steam or smoke. She could smell fire, but that could have just been the memory of flames set into their clothes.
The doctor met her eyes and she stared back. His question coaxed a smirk from her. Brooke smacked her lips, her eyes roaming in thought. She sighed and settled on an explanation. “I kinda cut my nerves.” Her grin widened at the understatement. “Can’t feel much of anything right now.” Brooke confided.