Date: 2016-01-25 06:28 am (UTC)
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She dropped her keys.

You can't blame her for being jumpy; the bruises were still dark under the long, tight sleeves of her dress, dusting her shoulders and in other places. She hadn't forgotten it yet, and when you add in the thing she didn't understand... Honestly, it was overwhelming.

She'd manage.

It was Forrest's voice, though - and not weak and rough the way it'd been only two hours before, for her. "Forrest?" Clearly confused, she stared at him, her eyes flicking from his face to his throat and the dark line across it told her enough.

Sort of.

"How did you heal so fast?" It's a non-sequitor, and she left her suitcase by her door as well as her keys, and takes the two steps across the hall to look closer even though she's still planning not to touch it or him, for that matter.

There's a hundred questions, but the first one - the most important, it's just how was he not in a hospital bed the way she'd left him.
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