Effie

[fundamentally]

6 October

They'd patched him up at the hospital and seen to a bit of blood but there was no real need to keep him so they'd sent him off with a sack of bandages and a bottle of narcotics. He was high from a shot when he'd called Effie who had come right away. Oh, she was all a-flutter, fussing over him and going on, but he was a bit too high to follow along. It was all right, he assured her. It wasn't even until they were secure in his flat and he was putting on pyjamas that the truth had come out. That there had been a man with a knife who had robbed him. That a kindly soul had helped. That he had bled a rather copious amount. And that he was sure it hurt, he just didn't care.

"Will you have a lie down with me?" he asked, weary of all of it. He caught her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. "I don't want to muss your wig but I am truly tired, Effie darling."

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[smiles_on]

The initial panic of the situation has died down a bit but she's far from calm and that means she can't stop moving. Can't stop fretting and talking and trying to take control of things as best she can. She's spent most of the ride from the hospital in a tizzy about the pathetic state of medical care in the city, but from the look in John's eyes she doubts he registered any of it. Still, it's a travesty as far as she's concerned. In the Capitol they would have had him fixed up already without the slightest hint of a scar. She doesn't even want to consider all the things that could have gone wrong...

When he grabs her mid-flail she stops and sighs heavily but looks at his face with nothing but affection. "Don't be ridiculous, sweetie. Of course we can lay down. Come on, let's get you comfortable."