Within the Hedge a boarded up Hollow exists. The wooden slats, sheet metal, and barbed wire forcefully shoved into the thorns do not improve the defense but does prevent light from leaving it. Light which comes from various utility lights growing out of the sides of the Hollow but mostly from a forge in the center of the Hollow.

It currently has a fire raging in the forge at its center, a figure on the ground before it upon a futon is struggling. Bending at difficult angles and snarling out something as the woman's figure slowly peels away from black to blue.

"Ahi, cazzo, ahi, cazzo di merda che fa male!"

And quite a bit of red too. Circe recalled the skin suits were troublesome to remove, but she'd not removed it while bleeding before. The bleeding which had stopped on the way here but all the bending has restarted it.

Though the bending wasn't the only reason for the pain and bleeding. The reason? Circe managed to narrate that to herself, "Dannazione questo cazzo fa male perché fa così male! Perché stai sfregando il silicio sulle ferite aperte stupidaggini! Grazie stronzo!"

It was furtunate she'd thought to do this on a padded mattress. Because multiple times did Circe face plant onto it before finally getting the skin suit off. "Okay, ow. Step two," she walks over to the shack full of stuff instead of the nearby bandages. She returns with a tequila bottle and a glove. Popping the top, she chugs. "Step two," Circe bites on the glove as her wounds upon her person get alcohol cleaning.

The bandages were a lot easier. Now what could she put on that would be easy to not agitate the wounds open again?

She'd dig up something.