Claire probably never wanted to see Jessica Jones again.
Too bad, she's going to see Jessica Jones again. In fact she's going to find Jessica in her apartment, probably bloody and passed out on her couch. If it makes Claire feel any better, Jessica probably at least feels a little bad about it, but for right now, she's too unconscious to say so.
It's true, Jessica wasn't high up on the list of people Claire is excited to see breaking into her apartment. ...Then again, hardly anyone would be on that list, if one existed.
"I need a black couch," Claire mutters as soon as she sees Jessica, but she's on her way to the first aid kit immediately. When did she become go-to medic for the city's superpowered residents, and why don't any of them knock or call ahead before inviting themselves in to bleed all over her furniture?
Bandages aren't going to cut it. Claire pulls out the suture kit along with those, hoping Jessica doesn't wake up just in time to object to the treatment. That could end poorly.
The moment someone is touching her, Jessica's hand snaps out and wraps around her wrist - not tight enough to do any damage, but tight enough to make a point. Exhaling slowly, her eyes open and when she sees that it's Claire, she lets go immediately, moving her hand up to rub her eyes instead.
"Sorry. Reflex." Or habit. Whichever is easier to believe. "What time is it?"
Claire freezes, then lets out a breath of relief as Jessica releases her wrist. Jessica could have broken bones if she wasn't so careful even after just waking up.
"Almost two. You need stitches. How long have you been bleeding on my couch?" Not for Claire's whole shift, clearly, or there'd be a lot more of a mess and a trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion in their future.
"Not long." She rubs her eyes again before blinking blearily up at the ceiling. "I passed out from boredom, not blood loss." So at least that's something. She's also really hoping that Claire's not going to ask any questions about how she got these particular injuries.
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Too bad, she's going to see Jessica Jones again. In fact she's going to find Jessica in her apartment, probably bloody and passed out on her couch. If it makes Claire feel any better, Jessica probably at least feels a little bad about it, but for right now, she's too unconscious to say so.
Hi, Claire. How's it going?
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"I need a black couch," Claire mutters as soon as she sees Jessica, but she's on her way to the first aid kit immediately. When did she become go-to medic for the city's superpowered residents, and why don't any of them knock or call ahead before inviting themselves in to bleed all over her furniture?
Bandages aren't going to cut it. Claire pulls out the suture kit along with those, hoping Jessica doesn't wake up just in time to object to the treatment. That could end poorly.
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"Sorry. Reflex." Or habit. Whichever is easier to believe. "What time is it?"
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"Almost two. You need stitches. How long have you been bleeding on my couch?" Not for Claire's whole shift, clearly, or there'd be a lot more of a mess and a trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion in their future.
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