The bag and its old chemistry set were not new to Margot, and while once she would have watched in rapt fascination while her mentor worked, now she shifted her focus to a sizable slice of cake that wound up on a plate on the floor beside her. She needed to replenish her blood sugar, Ned had mentioned, and to look at how much blood had gone into the towel, to feel the deep awful ache in her chest and belly that told her something was very wrong inside, she knew he had to be right. She must have lost so much blood by now, so very much that she shouldn't be awake anymore, should she? There was a brief ridiculous internal debate about how worth it putting sugar back in her bloodstream could possibly be if it was all going to bleed right back out of her again.
Ultimately she did take a bite. Then a second. She was finishing chewing while Doc was applying the super-injection to Will and had turned her head to start saying something to Ned when the loud crack! cut her short and caused her attention to snap back over to the couch.
When she found the Doc mid-motion in his sprawling against the floor and wall, eyes rolling then closing to show loss of consciousness, she simply put her face in her hands-and-towel and started to cry.
Ultimately she did take a bite. Then a second. She was finishing chewing while Doc was applying the super-injection to Will and had turned her head to start saying something to Ned when the loud crack! cut her short and caused her attention to snap back over to the couch.
When she found the Doc mid-motion in his sprawling against the floor and wall, eyes rolling then closing to show loss of consciousness, she simply put her face in her hands-and-towel and started to cry.