13; the aftermath

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When the girl's arrived at their base, they were all handling the situation differently. Rianne was calmly counting the stacks of money picked up, Elena was staring out the window at nothing, Emily was passed out on the couch and Stefanie was hastily scribbling something on a piece of paper.

 Stefanie sighed at what she was writing

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Stefanie sighed at what she was writing. They had no information on the Nurse. He was a mystery.

"Stef? Chill would ya'? I think Em hurt her left shoulder," Rianne stared at the stressed brown haired girl. She ran a hand through her messy reddish hair and went back to counting.

"Emmy? Could you wake up please?" Stefanie's voice was quiet as she shook one of her best friends. Emily's eyes fluttered open, confusion clear on her face.

The tan- skinned girl tried sitting up, only the wince and collapse back on the couch in pain.

Stefanie prodded around at the younger's shoulder, hitting one point that made Emily hold in a scream.

"Take off your shirt," Stef commanded, turning around and snatching a notebook off a nearby table. She pulled a pencil from its resting place on her ear and wrote down a few notes about Emily's health. Yeah, she kept a health record of everyone in the group. Force of habit.

"At least buy me dinner first," Emily chuckled, removing her dirty white shirt quickly. Stefanie rolled her eyes, "I've already bought you dinner. In fact, you owe me."

Elena continued to stare out the clouded window. Honestly, Stefanie was starting to worry for her slightly deranged friend.

Stefanie examined Emily's shoulder a bit before coming to a conclusion.

"This is gonna hurt a bit," She spoke. Her brown eyes were locked with Emily's as her hand reached for the freckled girl's arm.

"Whatcha doin'?" Emily's voice shook, her nervousness clear and unhidden. A yelp of pain escaped her lips as Stefanie popped her socket back in.

"You pulled your arm socket. It'll be sore for a few days so don't overwork yourself," Stefanie wasn't fully paying attention as her mind drifted back to BBS. It was so frustrating that there were so many of them and so little people in her group. But PEES still managed to fuck shit up.

"Stef," Rianne called from her desk. Her pale hand waved the girl who was slightly taller than her over.

"Any leads on any of em'?" Rianne said, leaning her cheek on her hand. Stefanie gave a slight nod before speaking.

"I believe Moo is a doctor at the hospital I work at. The doctor's name is Brock, he's actually a pretty nice guy. I'll get some more information for you."

Rianne smiled at the younger girl, "You do that, Steffie. Go get some rest now. I'm sure Duchess wants you home and you've got work tomorrow."

"Aye aye, captain."


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