Diantha finally blinked and exclaimed in horror, "I lost that much blood and you gave me your own!"
"Yes, Dear. You were in a bad way."
Persephone chimed in, drawing Diantha's eyes, "Sean worked on you while you were asleep and he worked out all the scaring left from the wounds and even fixed a hitch he found in your right shoulder."
Diantha nodded and rasped, "I've been meaning to get that fixed. I jogged it the other day ... well, a few days ... before, when I slipped and caught myself." She repeated into the dead air between Persephone and Celine, "I've been meaning to get that fixed," she had a wistful and painfully disbelieving quality to her voice.
Celine snapped her out of it with more uncomfortable news, "Diantha, there's more."
The redhead closed her eyes, nodded, stealing
