[ Beatrice's own transfusion had taken place already--elsewhere, beneath the waves of the sea. It had been a fraught thing, too, and now here she was. Laying in a bed in Sanctuary trying to get some rest. It was strange, after days and days of not sleeping, only now with the curse flushed from her body did she finally begin to feel tired.
There's a face she doesn't know in the next bed over with pale hair and Beatrice turns her head a little to meet that curious gaze. ]
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There's a face she doesn't know in the next bed over with pale hair and Beatrice turns her head a little to meet that curious gaze. ]
Curses are such awful things, don't you agree?