She still felt lost, her head still fuzzy but what they'd told her about him made her think of Hemlock Acres, of Doctor Norman. He'd been kind to her, and she needed someone to talk to.
She'd been dead. They'd buried her. When she'd clawed her way from her grave, she'd known that she had to run. So she'd ended up here on the kindness of a trucker driving through Hemlock Grove.
But Christina didn't know how to take care of herself, and Washington wasn't a forgiving city. She'd passed out from malnutrition and woken up in a hospital. She was fed, given fluids, and she lied and said she .
But an assessment needed to be done. Given that she didn't talk much, there were of course concerns. Her hair was still brown. She hadn't eaten anyone.
It was a start. Her hands fidgeted as she waited.]
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Date: 2014-10-05 11:14 pm (UTC)She still felt lost, her head still fuzzy but what they'd told her about him made her think of Hemlock Acres, of Doctor Norman. He'd been kind to her, and she needed someone to talk to.
She'd been dead. They'd buried her. When she'd clawed her way from her grave, she'd known that she had to run. So she'd ended up here on the kindness of a trucker driving through Hemlock Grove.
But Christina didn't know how to take care of herself, and Washington wasn't a forgiving city. She'd passed out from malnutrition and woken up in a hospital. She was fed, given fluids, and she lied and said she .
But an assessment needed to be done. Given that she didn't talk much, there were of course concerns. Her hair was still brown. She hadn't eaten anyone.
It was a start. Her hands fidgeted as she waited.]