xp_logs | Rahne braves the basement.

Rahne hasn't spent all that much time in the basement; since Sarah and Jono essentially moved into part of it, this is pretty much the first time she's been. Mr. Marko was fairly nice about giving her the bloodstained notebook to take down, so she carries it in one hand and a bag with a few first-aid supplies in the other, just in case. No idea what's been going on, but Sarah's reply worried her.

So does the fact that she isn't even shifted and can still smell blood on the way down.

She slips the handles of the bag over her wrist to knock. "Sarah? I've brought your notebook down."

Sarah lies on her stomach, a blanket thrown haphazardly over her. The bleeding has finally stopped, but the wound on her back still looks bad. It will probably remain there for another day or two before her body can heal it. She peeks out from under the blanket. "Yeah?"

"I thought ye might want it before ye quite felt like going back up for it." Rahne holds it out, then glances around. "Should I set it someplace, or...?"

"Just throw it over there somewhere," she motions to a pile of books and notebooks on the floor, and winces at the movement. "I'm gonna have to rewrite those anyway."

"Looks that way." Rahne sets the notebook a little apart from the others so it can't stain them, then turns back and hesitates a little before asking, "Can I help any? Ye look like this was a bad one."

"You could say that." Sarah manages to sit up, pulling the blanket around her shoulders. "It got pulled out wrong, and now I have to wait for it to heal. Joy of fucking joys."

Rahne winces slightly. "I could... clean it up a wee bit, maybe put a bandage on so 'tis shielded a little, if ye didna mind."

Sarah is visibly not thrilled with the idea. "I don't need it really. I'll manage."

"I ken ye can *manage*, but there's no point making it harder than it has to be." Rahne sounds just a little irritated; she has recently discovered a definite aversion to people refusing to get themselves looked after.

"Fine. If it makes you feel better, go for it." She moves back to her stomach, and pushes the blanket off of her shoulders. Her blood-stained tank top sticks to her back, and she gingerly rolls it up a little.

Rahne unwraps a cloth she already dampened and carefully starts cleaning up, as gently as she can. "Pulled out very wrong...." She swallows, then asks, "...What did ye mean about Ms. Braddock?"

Sarah's voice is flat while she talks. "She's the one who pulled it. And twisted it. And thought it was fucking cool."

Rahne shivers a little. That particular teacher has always intimidated her, but this? "That doesna sound like her. Though she did seem to like fighting Mr. Logan."

"Betsy's not been herself lately." Sarah crosses her arms and rests her chin on them. She's not really interested in sharing the story.

Rahne wonders if the surgery -- one of the surgeries -- could have caused some kind of damage like this, but she doesn't know enough and doesn't really want to bring up that whole mess again. "Strange."

Sarah's silent for a moment, and turns her head slowly back. "Be careful around her, alright? Something's not right."

"It does sound that way." Rahne finishes the cleaning and sticks down a gauze pad with mostly-waterproof tape. "I will be. Thank you."

Sarah winces as she twists around to sit back up again. "Thank you. I suppose I should go clean up out there now. It was the least of my worries this morning when it happened.."

"I'm nae surprised. I could get it, though."

"You can help. It's my mess." She stands up, feeling stiff and sore. "Ow. I think I'm going to be feeling this for a day or two."