#[ i just love crime and grittiness and intrigue??? and you've inspired me to actually sit down today and watch endeavor??? ]

[vuulpecula]

      There is a sink and a rag to clean yourself up, love. The nurse’s order continued echoing repeatedly, but Fox could not tear her gaze away from her hands in order to follow it. Busted knuckles and broken nails covered in a sticky red glaze. She was rife with it, the blood. So much that it could not have only been hers. Whose was it? The uniformed officer had asked her the same question. The hospital staff had sent for one when they’d seen the state of her, knowing something very, very wrong had happened. He’d grown irritated when she would not answer any of his questions ( not for lack of trying, she simply could not find her misplaced voice ). He’d left over half an hour ago, mumbling something about a constable.

      It was too late now to flee. They had her ID with her false name, Ilina Fedorova, printed so clearly next to her face. If they found out that she wasn’t who she said, it’d be out of the hospital and into jail and if she told them before they discovered it? Well, she suspected the outcome would be very much the same. Not that it really mattered considering the blood. Yes, coming to the hospital had been a mistake. One made while stumbling blindly through mud and shrubbery. It was all bramble bushes and biting twigs. A park maybe? Her feet were caked with mud up to her knees, covering a portion of the tights slashed to ribbons by what must’ve been the foliage. The hem of her dress was still damp. Fox felt bad for the mess she had made in the room, in the halls, in the lobby. Embarrassed by the state of herself. She closed her eyes, trying to remember something, anything, about the hours between that evening and now, yet nothing surfaced. Nothing except the sensation of cold white panic flooding all her senses and the urge to run. Lids opened and she raised her gaze, pausing at the overly pristine faucet, to the mirror above the sink and the woman reflected there. If she was embarrassed by the state of her dress, her face was surely one to be ashamed of.

      Her hair was dirty, dingy, stuck with a crown of loose twigs and leaves. Her eyes, previously painted carefully with blues and pinks to match her dress, were smeared and puffy. As if she had taken both palms and dragged them across her eye sockets over and over again until there was only a wash of color and a smudge of mascara. Her mouth, however, was worse. At some point during the night her nose had bled. Cascading down over busted pink-glossed lips to her chin and beyond. Someone had hit her, hard, but who? Was it the same person who’s blood was coating her hands, her forearms, her dress? Her stomach twisted. Without knowing, without remembering, she knew that whoever they were, they were dead.

      Catching the sound of her door opening, Fox turned on bare feet and stared at the man who entered the room. He must’ve been the constable. She observed him in silence, eyes wide like that of a deer who’d stumbled upon a hiker. Hands twisted together at her waist, feeling for rings that were no longer there. If he had said anything when he’d entered, she did not hear it. Deafened by the blood rushing through her ears. Her gaze shifted through him, as if she could see the hallway beyond his back as a terrible string of words filled her mouth. Fox tried to keep them in, but they spilled. Parting the lips once glued shut with dried blood. Her mouth tasted of it as each word dripped into the space between them. “I--I think I killed someone.”

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#emcrse #[ OK SO HELLO I AM SO SORRY I WROTE LIKE A MINI NOVEL FOR YOU ] #[ i just love crime and grittiness and intrigue??? and you've inspired me to actually sit down today and watch endeavor??? ] #[ so i wanted to give u a little bit of a mystery a little bit of terribleness & ofc a lot of opportunity for morse to get hurt lmfao ] #[ anyway thank u so much for liking for a starter! pls don't feel pressured to match length! ] #[ & lemme know if you'd like anything changed! ] #x | v. undetermined. #x | i'm not living i'm just killing time ( QUEUE. ) #blood tw #crime tw #injury tw #memory issues tw #hospital tw