Writing Nemesis Newel (Cowboy Bebop) [E]

[Xia_Kaia]

A girl stared at a glowing red spot on her wrist where Jet had, only two hours prior, dug out a stray bullet. The bandage had been removed for redressing before someone had called for him. Now, the young woman sat alone with Spike, the silence heavy as a lead blanket.
After a minute, Spike asked, "It hurt much?"
"What?" she asked in a soft, but strong voice.
"The surgery?"
"Nah. Not really. Your friend killed the feeling before he started digging." She shrugged and twist her sweatshirt free with one hand to put it on.
Spike studied her. She was about Fae's age, height, and weight, bearing long, dirty-blonde hair that was braided down her back to about two inches above her waist, and great dark blue, almost black eyes. The sleeves, stomach, and hem of her once clean, green satin over shirt were stained with coagulated blood. Her skin was tanned, and a generous sprinkling of freckles dusted her cheeks and the top of her nose. The shirt beneath the blood stained grren satin was a pearly white, nearly untouched by the serum and blood cells. Blue jeans and black leather boots concealed her body from the navel down. A flash of taned skinned appeared at one shoulder where the cloth was torn. In that tiny space could be seen a tattoo; a snake entwined with the thorns of a black rose.
"What's your name, anyway?" he asked after a while.
"Nem Newel, short for Nemesis Newel," she replied. A fly landed on the open wound.
Spike picked up the clean bandage, set his cigarette in the ash tray and started wrapping her wrist. "Name's Spike Spigel."
"Nice to meet you, Spike Spigel."
"Same here, Nem Newel."