closed; this is after you stopped on a bridge by a statue to admire her hands

[asklepios]

Who: 'Dr Vanessza Bernát' & Spike Spiegel
What: Removing his stitches and checking in.
Where: Benny's Syriac Well home
When: Newdi!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore.
Warnings: Medical nonsense; anything else will be added as relevant.

The next time Spike arrives at Vanessza's split-level apartment (on his own two feet this time, and everything), it's a little different to last time - the furniture is all where it's actually meant to be and the sofas are uncovered, for starters. The glass doors out onto her patio are closed, and there's a dog sleeping beside it, where light comes down into the room. (Rigel; she's picking up new tags for him with her name and CiD number later. Practicalities.) The room smells of French perfume and a local blend of tea, instead of antiseptic, and it doesn't look like the kind of place that was chosen with makeshift operating rooms in mind.

At the door, Benevenuta smiles, very slightly.

“Come in. My usual home office is upstairs.”