[ Dorothy is... unconscious. She doesn't know how long and the moments between people checking on her and the blood loss making her lose consciousness again are kind of blurry.
But she's awake longer now, enough to try and piece her thoughts together and that's when she realizes on a chance glance that there's a shadow that can be glimpsed through the crack in her propped door.
Rufus may just honestly be walking by with no reason to be here, but suddenly the door swings open more and there's Dorothy, precariously hanging onto the doorknob to keep herself upright. ]
Week 3, Thursday
But she's awake longer now, enough to try and piece her thoughts together and that's when she realizes on a chance glance that there's a shadow that can be glimpsed through the crack in her propped door.
Rufus may just honestly be walking by with no reason to be here, but suddenly the door swings open more and there's Dorothy, precariously hanging onto the doorknob to keep herself upright. ]
Oh... it is you.
[ She's a little surprised. ]