004: [Location: Winchester House] No good deed goes unpunished.

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Mary stumbled through the front door, leaning back against it with a soft whimper as she pushed it closed behind her. She hadn't bothered to ask Peter who he was going to go get help from, but she knew that she couldn't keep what was going on from Nathan. Something was wrong with his brother; he had to know what he would be getting into if he talked to Peter when he was like this. She didn't want him to get hurt the same way that she had, trying to calm him down. The way Peter had talked, she knew that a few wrong words and she wouldn't have made it out of that alive.

Her injuries, while uncomfortable, weren't the worst that she had ever endured. She was cut and bruised from the fall, but she hadn't hit her head. The most she was going to have to deal with would be a few days of soreness, although the timing was just lousy. Thanksgiving was a few days away, and this meant that she'd have to pace herself better to get through everything that she had planned. It was inconvenient, but she could cover it up fairly easily. She hadn't had to hide bruises in years, but what clothing wouldn't cover, makeup would.

"Hello?" She called out, her gaze focused on the top of the stairs. Mary kept her weight supported against the door, and her hand against a scrape on her side that felt like fire and had bled through her white blouse. All of these little injuries were nothing when she considered that she was supposed to be dead by now, but that didn't make them sting any less as she tried to force her legs to carry her into the living room. Once she was on the couch she could pass out for a while, and she'd worry about cleaning herself up later. Somewhere in the middle of that, she'd have to warn Nathan that his brother had lost his mind.

Why couldn't anything in her life be simple?

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[the-flyingman.livejournal.com]

You're just not that lucky, Mary.

Nor was she lucky enough to escape seeing Nathan before she could get cleaned up. Although he wasn't in the house just yet, he was behind her. Exhausted after just getting back from the Sanctuary, after all the insanity, the last thing he expected was the image Mary presented.

"... Mary?"

He reacted instead of waiting for her to answer, moving faster to get to her as soon as he saw blood on her shirt. "Jesus." He muttered, getting one arm around her loosely and starting to help her inside. "What happened?" The idea that his brother might've had a hand in this was the farthest thing from his mind. "Come on, let's get you to the couch."

Nathan was five steps ahead of himself, thinking about towels and water, ice and bandages, aspirin and whiskey if she wanted it. Along with whatever else she'd need. They just needed to get to the damn couch first.

"How bad is it?"