You Got Hurt by a Pumpkin?!

Bastien was taken from his painting and worries by the sound of Rexanna's voice, which was a great relief. Or at least, it was until he saw her. He didn't know what the black goo on her was, but he knew well enough what the fluid was. Concern flooded over him as he rushed over, hands gently on her shoulders, lifting just slightly, shaking, as he looked at the wetness on them. "Amore....what happened? Are..are you alright? Is this your fluid? My God, Rexanna, it's everywhere." He tried to pull her in slowly, towards a sofa where she could lay down. As he walked, an arm around her shoulders, he tried to swallow the panic and dread in his throat, knowing it would not be helpful in the moment. Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum