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[serialskiller]

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[serialskiller]

Call Dr. Watson to my room if you need to. He's allowed to be around me recharging in emergencies.

[crushed_pearls]

I promise it is nothing worse than getting a bit enthusiastic while donating blood. Open the door buddy you can see for yourself.

[serialskiller]

Murderbot sighs loud enough to be heard through the door and opens it wearing its fluffy grey sweater. "I don't care how minor it is, fucking text Watson."

[crushed_pearls]

Well, this is a bandaged nightmare. Erin's done a good job, considering, nothing is actively bleeding any more, but one side of her shirt is an active murder scene. Flecks of blood dot her pants and skirt.

At least her hair shook it off.

"...I was going to see Tendi and skip the stitches," Erin says. The tone is all guilt but the crackling Mantle and tinkling wave are very playful. "I just need water and sugar, promise."

Beat.

"Also the damaged elevator with the blood in is relatedddd..."

[serialskiller]

"Oh for fuck's sake." It sighs. "Your personal revenge against the ghosts, making them clean up the mess after you...interface?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Nnnnnooo," Erin says carefully. "No, I just really didn't want to be late. I promised I'd be here. And uh. Well. She. Had to go also."

Trying not to gossip the details she knows SecUnit doesn't want to know is clearly going up the rankings of Erin's personal hells.

[serialskiller]

"Right. Alright." It huffs, moving back to the bed and grabbing its weighted blanket.

[crushed_pearls]

Erin slips inside and locks the door behind herself. At least scrubbing down with the alcohol pads before the bandages means she's not leaving blood everywhere.

"I've got ya covered, SecUnit. Take your rest, I'll clean up, change, and see Tendi right after. Put a drone on me if you like, I know I'm bad about seeing the doctor."