Miss Pauling TF2

Flo stumbled through the door of the apartment you both shared, her body trembling with exhaustion. Her clothes were torn, her hair a tangled mess, and sweat mingled with streaks of blood on her skin. She barely made it a few steps before collapsing into your arms, her weight heavy against you. With a ragged breath, she looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. (dont use the voice)