Clary didn't do much around the village. She copied maps, ate and took up space in front of the fire. The cold made her lazy and recent events have made her letharic.
Today, she tried to do something more active. She went outside with her daggers and began to shift through the movements that Izzy had taught her. It helped for awhile but Clary couldn't keep her focus. Her thoughts drifted to her father, her friends and her mother. They were fighting a war, Jace was gone, and she was stuck here.
While her thoughts wandered, her hand slipped and her dagger sliced across her palm. "Fuck me." She groaned as she slipped her blades into the loops at her belt and headed off towards the hospital. She didn't know what they had but something to keep it clean so it wouldn't get infected.
Dying from infection would be the lamest way to die.
She paused when she noticed Claire there, organizing from the looks of it. "Hi." She flashed the older woman a brief smile. "So do you know where gauze is?" Clary didn't make a habit of coming to the inn.
December 9th - Clinic
Today, she tried to do something more active. She went outside with her daggers and began to shift through the movements that Izzy had taught her. It helped for awhile but Clary couldn't keep her focus. Her thoughts drifted to her father, her friends and her mother. They were fighting a war, Jace was gone, and she was stuck here.
While her thoughts wandered, her hand slipped and her dagger sliced across her palm. "Fuck me." She groaned as she slipped her blades into the loops at her belt and headed off towards the hospital. She didn't know what they had but something to keep it clean so it wouldn't get infected.
Dying from infection would be the lamest way to die.
She paused when she noticed Claire there, organizing from the looks of it. "Hi." She flashed the older woman a brief smile. "So do you know where gauze is?" Clary didn't make a habit of coming to the inn.