GA: Nothing Else Really Of Note
GA: A Few Bruises Maybe
GA: And My Clothes Are In A Pitiful State
You stand up, take a deep breath, wipe the tears from your face once more, and concentrate. You dissolve into the very fabric of space and shoot towards where Rose currently was. The nothingness calmed you, in a way, like a familiar place, but not too familiar. A place you had made your own.
And like that, you had materialized in Rose’s prescence, dripping cuts and all. They really weren’t all that deep, aside from one on your leg, but its not like you could die from them. They just sting like a bitch when air makes contact with them again. You suck in a breath through your teeth when they start stinging again. Ow.
You could hear the rush of air that came with her presence and that lessened the shock of her appearance before you, if only just. You were holding a small towel you had found in between your fingers of one hand, which was also holding your cane, and in the other hand was a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, conveniently labeled in Braille—something your mother had taken to doing to everything so you’d be able to identify everything in the house without aid. Other medical necessities were sprawled on the ground beside you.
Hello, Kanaya.