Date: 2011-10-19 07:16 pm (UTC)
...oh.

Wesley blinked, surprised. "Y-- you -- "

Right, swallowing hard. He leaned forward to reach for the blanket on Alex's bed, then let out a quick hiss of pain. That clearly wasn't going to work, so he hastily unzipped his jacket and reached to try to awkwardly drape it around her shoulders.

Revealing a shirt that was maybe a little bit stained with dried blood. Um.
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