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Somehow we drifted off too far...
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The annoying boy left. Good. That was good. That was something, at least. Kimberly didn't need his self-indulgent bullshit, not now, not ever. She just needed to sit down, to sit down somewhere and pull herself together a little, to come to terms with all the ways the world had changed. That was for later, though. For now, she saw that Erik was here, and he was bleeding. Kimberly couldn't even begin to figure out what had happened. Didn't much care. He was here, and he was hurt, and it wasn't like she had any clue what the fuck she was doing when it came to medicine, but she wasn't dead yet, and she was better than nothing.

"Hey, it's okay," she said, glancing after the boy to make sure he didn't have a parting shot planned. He didn't. "Things came out okay. You alright?"

Erik didn't look alright. She was just asking as a formality, to let him hang onto some pride or some shit like that. Kimberly knew all about getting hurt. She knew all about not wanting help. She knew all about needing it. One way or the other, she was going to browbeat Erik into taking care of himself. That was what partners meant. That was what caring about someone meant. That was something worth doing, something worth living for.

Kris was dead, gone. It was still soaking in. Still hard to believe. Sarah and Bridget were gone. Brook was out there, somewhere, in his shrine of death, but Kimberly wasn't going to drag Erik there to deal with it, armament of flammables or no.

She felt like she'd hated other people too, had wanted to make other people pay, but she just couldn't remember whom. She was pretty much spent. It just didn't seem worth the effort to go dredging up ancient angers, to stoke the fires of dead grudges. She could help Erik. For now, that would have to be enough.

"I can help you out with that," she added. Then, with a hint of a smile: "I know a bit about cleaning wounds."
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