Rose tipped a cot up against the door while Sam moved the Duke. The barricade probably wouldn't hold anything back, but it at least made her feel like they were trying. "Nurse Sammy returns," she commented, though there was no humor in the Companion's voice.
She rushed to search for what Sam needed. Some wrappings that resembled gauze, as well as a few more modern bandages, were quickly located on a shelf. Rose also grabbed an old brown towel. Clean water, however, was proving to be difficult. Her boots tracked blood and ash across the white carpet as she hunted.
It was then that she saw Sam. Arms full of supplies, Rose looked down at the boy and his artwork. Her face expressed a whole list of things, but she probably appeared somewhere in the realm of lost. "What the 'eck are ya doin'?"
Before the Winchester could offer any answer, Rose spotted Leopold, amazingly conscious and yet again acting like a twit. "An' you," she scolded in his direction, "stay down." Maddening. In stereo.
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She rushed to search for what Sam needed. Some wrappings that resembled gauze, as well as a few more modern bandages, were quickly located on a shelf. Rose also grabbed an old brown towel. Clean water, however, was proving to be difficult. Her boots tracked blood and ash across the white carpet as she hunted.
It was then that she saw Sam. Arms full of supplies, Rose looked down at the boy and his artwork. Her face expressed a whole list of things, but she probably appeared somewhere in the realm of lost. "What the 'eck are ya doin'?"
Before the Winchester could offer any answer, Rose spotted Leopold, amazingly conscious and yet again acting like a twit. "An' you," she scolded in his direction, "stay down." Maddening. In stereo.