[ It is, luckily, not a particularly steep or long staircase, even if it currently feels like the longest one in existence. She braces him from the side and the back, bearing as much of his weight as she can handle, and keeping her magic hand planted between his shoulder blades. She doesn't actually know how much that will help if he passes out, but she figures that at least it should make him fall forward rather than backward. Even more fortunate is that Julie does not live at the end of the hall upstairs, but rather only two doors down; her hand leaves his back and opens the room for them. By the time she half-dumps him on the closer side of the bed, she's close to collapse herself, her back and shoulders shaking from supporting him.
Julie takes a second, closes her eyes and catches her breath, then starts moving again. She has a whole to-do list in her head now, and the more of it she can do while he's still conscious, the better.
With a soft grunt, she falls to her knees and begins to remove his boots. She's not particularly delicate -- she just doesn't want them in her bed, and also he's covered in blood, so everything has to be washed. ]
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Julie takes a second, closes her eyes and catches her breath, then starts moving again. She has a whole to-do list in her head now, and the more of it she can do while he's still conscious, the better.
With a soft grunt, she falls to her knees and begins to remove his boots. She's not particularly delicate -- she just doesn't want them in her bed, and also he's covered in blood, so everything has to be washed. ]
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