<strong>Ruth</strong><br/><br/>With only so many blondes the right build odds are good their imminent patient is Anise, but Ruth holds out hope for an alternative up until she gets a good look at that baby blue.<br/><br/>So shit.<br/><br/>A random walk-in she'd have shut up by now. Not so much with Anise, least not while what she's saying might be helpful. Let her talk a while, get a feel for how hard her head took that beating. Sounds like she's not slurring bad, keeping her thoughts together. Good signs. Trauma might be pretty light despite all the mess. Scalp wounds fuckin' love to bleed. Might not be so bad. The balance issue's a worry. Ruth tucks up under Anise's arm, the one that's not holding in an eye, wraps around her waist and takes that stagger weight to speed things along.<br/><br/>"Doesn't much matter to me who did it right now," she says. "I'll think about that noise when you stop gushing on me." Truth is, maybe it was a surprise for a second, but it'd be more surprising if Anise never came back bloody the way she goes around the place most days. Not to say she's earned it, just sometimes seems like she thinks she'd give the Skinner a run for her fans. Rarely a good idea flaunting what you've got if you're gonna have that attitude behind it, not around the fucking psychopaths. Anise is a nice girl; she just doesn't think ahead, think what's like to happen when she talks herself up around schizos not half so pretty then tells them she's not into girls. Was really just a matter of time before one of them lost it.<br/><br/>Wraps, stitches, water, ice if they have any ready, alcohol. Shouldn't need anything heavy-duty from the look of things. Here's hoping it's not worse than it looks.