[ a place where no wrong is done, where all illnesses and aches are not meant to hurt, but to heal. she doesn't understand that properly, as to why her body hurts all over, and he draws silence between them once more so that it screams loud in her ears, how tranquil everything is at this moment, but she'll hear the faintest drips of an iv bag next to her— drip, drip, drip — the sound stretched out until the liquid settles. ]
That is healing, if you think of it as anything other than such... your mind will ensure that it feels worse.
[ how the thoughts of masochists work when they can turn pain into pleasure, but this time she can know pain can become the salve, a bandage, and that her wounds are closing, growing, and breathing new scabs over to heal. she's still a child, but she's still human, and so this sensation would feel terrible, make her feel tired, and even worse like she has nowhere to go. she's cornered into this room in a position that will most likely be what she's stuck in.
well, if she thinks of it as a cocoon that she will soon break free from, it doesn't sound so bad. ]
What did you see before waking up?
[ her life flash before her eyes? brown hair? gold eyes? a stained ceiling of brown dust and various dots? a dream? technically, she can't see, but what did her brain imagine at that moment, or in her subconscious. whites, blacks, grays, outlines? ]
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[ a place where no wrong is done, where all illnesses and aches are not meant to hurt, but to heal. she doesn't understand that properly, as to why her body hurts all over, and he draws silence between them once more so that it screams loud in her ears, how tranquil everything is at this moment, but she'll hear the faintest drips of an iv bag next to her— drip, drip, drip — the sound stretched out until the liquid settles. ]
That is healing, if you think of it as anything other than such... your mind will ensure that it feels worse.
[ how the thoughts of masochists work when they can turn pain into pleasure, but this time she can know pain can become the salve, a bandage, and that her wounds are closing, growing, and breathing new scabs over to heal. she's still a child, but she's still human, and so this sensation would feel terrible, make her feel tired, and even worse like she has nowhere to go. she's cornered into this room in a position that will most likely be what she's stuck in.
well, if she thinks of it as a cocoon that she will soon break free from, it doesn't sound so bad. ]
What did you see before waking up?
[ her life flash before her eyes? brown hair? gold eyes? a stained ceiling of brown dust and various dots? a dream? technically, she can't see, but what did her brain imagine at that moment, or in her subconscious. whites, blacks, grays, outlines? ]