Last resort (Lloyd)

[Jonathan Doom]

Jonathan kept his eyes on Danni rather than Lloyd as he waited for her to speak. Lloyd was nervous, he could tell that without even looking at him. Sometimes he wondered if Lloyd knew how easy he was to read. For him, anyway. Danni stepped toward him then, speaking in careful words as she rolled up the sleeve of the hoodie she was wearing. His eyes automatically went to the bloodied tissue that was on her arm. Instinctively, he knew what it was instantly. He had to swallow the groan that loomed in his throat. He knew it was a bad habit to have. He knew that from experience.

"Self inflicted?" he asked, as though it wasn't obvious. He supposed that to some people, it wouldn't be. To naive people who chose to believe that such things didn't happen. He eyed the cuts for a moment. It was the deep one that he eyed the longest, trying to figure out just how deep it went. He gnawed the inside of his lip before saying, "I can see why..." but he wouldn't lecture her. He felt he'd be a hypocrite to do that. "I have something you can put on it. Being pregnant, the last thing you want is it to become infected."

OOC: Bah, not entirely happy with it. .-. Let me know if you want me to post with Lloyd.

[Danni Rogers]

Danni watched Jon. She couldn't tell what was going threw his mind. He didn't seem happy about the cuts but he didn't seem mad either. It was hard to read Doom's sometimes, though Lloyd wasn't to hard. "Ya..." Danni said answering his question. "I found your stack." She whispered to him. Not wanting it to hurt but wanting him to know she had been threw his things.

Danni nodded when he said he had something to put on it. "Do....you think I'll need...stitches. Lloyd wants me to see a healer." She said concern in her voice. She didn't want to see a healer. No matter what.

[Jonathan Doom]

It was hard for even Jonathan to figure out his current state of mind. Shocked? Perhaps. Mostly scared for her, he supposed. After all, he knew how hard it was to break the habit. Thirty years old and he himself still hadn't broke it. Even after sixteen years. Still, his expression showed no indication of what he felt. Which was actually, very common for Jonathan. He heard what she whispered and flinched slightly, nodding in response. He didn't say a word on the subject, not wanting to admit that it was his, but not wanting to deny it, either.

He glanced toward Lloyd and then back to Danni as she asked her question. "Not if I can help it," he replied, "Let's see what I can do first," He knew that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to go to a healer. He of all people knew how many of them would handle the situation. "Follow me," he said, gesturing for her - or them, whichever - to follow.

OOC: Prob should post with Lloyd again soon. Maybe after your next post?

[Danni Rogers]

Danni watched Jon flinch away. "I'm sorry Jon I knew I shouldn't have...." She whispered to him still. She assumed that he understood her to a point but she couldn't read him. He wasn't like Lloyd who wasn't to hard to read. She looked down at her feet in shame. Danni had a sudden urge to bolt. Run home and take care of it herself. She knew she did that Lloyd would worry. And she didn't have a good place to run to.

Danni slipped her hand into Lloyd's once more as she followed Jon. She gave Lloyd's hand a small squeeze to reinsure him that she would be fine. She couldn't get herself to look at him. What would she say to him now? So much floated threw her head that she couldn't put her thoughts together. All she could do was follow Jon and hope he had a solution.