Snippet #1362827

Evelyn had paled at the events that had occurred, oh how she knew this conclusion before it was set in motion. Setting her empty glass down she made her was over to Erik and reached into her good ole bottomless pit where she kept a first aid kit. This little habit she learned from when she would escape through her window on days that her father would get grossly inebriated, her room of course was on the top floor, quite a fall that was when she would slip. Without waiting for his approval she pulled the disgusting dishrag from him and carefully disinfected his wound. "A dishrag? Really? Do you know how many germs you pressed against your open would? Ugh!", she stoped her little rant after she realized she sounded like a doting mother and that she was probably angering and embarrassing him. Abashedly she stepped away from him after smoothing on some liquid bandage onto his wound, "Dont mind me...I just get worked up easily. Silly little Evelyn, that's me. Guess we should see to Ellen..."