Karen almost doesn't notice it, at first. There are families spread out all over, parents and children, groups of teenagers, spread out on towels and under umbrellas, splashing in the water at the edge of the shore. For her part, she's mostly just observing, shoes dangling from her fingers as she walks along the sand. She's not much for sunbathing, for one; she burns far too easily for that. What's more, even after a few weeks here, she can't really get used to the pace of things here, the fact that there isn't some crisis to focus on, some case requiring her attention. Though she's started looking into work, everything just feels slow, weirdly calm. There's far too much she can't get out of her head for that to be the case.
She only happens to glance off towards the rocks, and even then, she doesn't think much of someone lying there at first. Then she catches a glimpse of the red on his shirt, unmistakably blood, and she's running over, breath caught in her throat, wondering why no one else is seeing it. Maybe they're just too caught up in their own lives. Maybe it's a good thing that she hasn't been able to fall into the same rhythm that things seem to be in Darrow.
"Hello?" she says when she gets close, resting a hand gingerly against the arm that doesn't seem to be injured. He really doesn't look good; she just hopes it's not too late. "Can you hear me? I'm going to call for help, okay?" Her cell phone is already out of her pocket, her thumb dialing one-handed. It's all too apparent that they need an ambulance here as soon as they can get it.
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Karen almost doesn't notice it, at first. There are families spread out all over, parents and children, groups of teenagers, spread out on towels and under umbrellas, splashing in the water at the edge of the shore. For her part, she's mostly just observing, shoes dangling from her fingers as she walks along the sand. She's not much for sunbathing, for one; she burns far too easily for that. What's more, even after a few weeks here, she can't really get used to the pace of things here, the fact that there isn't some crisis to focus on, some case requiring her attention. Though she's started looking into work, everything just feels slow, weirdly calm. There's far too much she can't get out of her head for that to be the case.
She only happens to glance off towards the rocks, and even then, she doesn't think much of someone lying there at first. Then she catches a glimpse of the red on his shirt, unmistakably blood, and she's running over, breath caught in her throat, wondering why no one else is seeing it. Maybe they're just too caught up in their own lives. Maybe it's a good thing that she hasn't been able to fall into the same rhythm that things seem to be in Darrow.
"Hello?" she says when she gets close, resting a hand gingerly against the arm that doesn't seem to be injured. He really doesn't look good; she just hopes it's not too late. "Can you hear me? I'm going to call for help, okay?" Her cell phone is already out of her pocket, her thumb dialing one-handed. It's all too apparent that they need an ambulance here as soon as they can get it.