RVA: Shadow of Doubt, Damage Reports

Salli spreads the word. Contains a revised version of Ali's Shame, courtesy of notes from siderea

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Her call to Ali’s Aunt Razi was short. A medical tech herself, Razi took in the details calmly  and asked a series of short, to the point questions about Ali’s condition, most of which Salli didn’t have the answers to. But even through her hand comp’s voice connection, Salli could hear how thin the veneer of clinical detachment was holding in the older vixen’s voice.

“You'll let me know if anything changes? You’ll let me know immediately, yes?” Razi demanded at the end of the conversation.

“My word as Lady Darktail,” Salli promised.

“Thank you.”

After that she found a vending machine that dispensed a terrible cup of tea, along with a sandwich that might have been sitting in there since the prior Solstice, both of which she consumed without actually tasting anything. Then she sat down on a plastic chair, a large plastic bag containing her blood stained dress beside her, and waited. What else was there to do?

The sun was starting to set outside the windows of the emergency room’s family waiting area, when Zaker walked in. She looked around a moment, before finally spotting Salli and striding over. “Milady,” she greeted, her expression uncharacteristically grim. “How’s Alinadar?”

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