[Dr. Sunny...the voice is instantly placed, even though her head aches with everything, and that is some consolation. a doctor's here, even though part of her wants Miss Dyer, wants familiarity. the unknown, unfamiliar, is what tears at her. but he says she's safe, and she wants to believe it - she doesn't want to be running right now, or blown up, or any of her other fates.]
Really?
[please. all she wants right now is to be warm and calm, if she can't be held - but anyone holding her would simply make it all hurt worse. she can feel some of the injuries - where she's been sewn up, where bandages try to be softer - and she has to try and breathe.]
It hurts so much, though...
[she hates how pathetic she sounds. but right now, there is no way to be mature, to be collected and dignified. she would cry, if it wouldn't be agonizing.]
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Really?
[please. all she wants right now is to be warm and calm, if she can't be held - but anyone holding her would simply make it all hurt worse. she can feel some of the injuries - where she's been sewn up, where bandages try to be softer - and she has to try and breathe.]
It hurts so much, though...
[she hates how pathetic she sounds. but right now, there is no way to be mature, to be collected and dignified. she would cry, if it wouldn't be agonizing.]