[Bradley will know that Andrew is covered throat to ankle every day of the week she's around people; she's only ever rolled her sleeves up to the elbows and lifted her skirt enough for her boots to be examined. When in bed, she wears a house robe that covers everything.
But tonight, either because she's run out of time and strength to dress herself or because she simply doesn't care, she is only in her nightdress, sleeveless and exposed. He will instantly be able to see the blue spots, like cold petechiae or a smattering of constellations, that cover her upper body.]
I doubt anyone would have carried me tonight. [Nor would she have asked them to. She coughs and waits for whatever is about to follow.]
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But tonight, either because she's run out of time and strength to dress herself or because she simply doesn't care, she is only in her nightdress, sleeveless and exposed. He will instantly be able to see the blue spots, like cold petechiae or a smattering of constellations, that cover her upper body.]
I doubt anyone would have carried me tonight. [Nor would she have asked them to. She coughs and waits for whatever is about to follow.]