Post by Marcus Kanaan on May 18, 2021 23:25:18 GMT -5 |
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Post by Isolde Thornton on May 22, 2021 17:55:05 GMT -5
She was too anxious, suddenly, to look up at him, though she could feel him getting closer. It wasn't until he reached for her hand that she looked up as she let him take her hand and unwrap the bandage.
"I'm sorry. If I had had more time..." Sol shook her head, not wanting to be rude, but not wanting to agree, either. There was nothing to apologize for. If he'd done nothing at all, chances were she'd already be gone. She watched as he unwound the bandage, feeling oddly detached.
"Is there any pain?"
She smiled ruefully and nodded. It ached, she wouldn't lie; the pain radiated up to her shoulder in sharp flashes when she moved it. But despite that, she wasn't bothered. Or...not that, exactly, but she wasn't upset. The panic and horror had faded. It was unpleasant, but she trusted that it would be taken care of. Perhaps she ought to be more afraid, but she didn't have it in her. This pain, this lingering poison, it was nothing compared to her real fears.
"I've had worse," she answered out loud, though she realized after saying it that it wasn't the most reassuring answer she could have given. "What I mean is, it's bearable. Better than when it was fresh, certainly."
Eddie chose that moment to return from the bathroom, and he whimpered softly when he saw her arm, hurrying over to look.
"Sol, you're hurt," he accused, frowning as he climbed up onto the bed to hug around her shoulders and kiss her cheek. Worry creased his little brow, making him look older than his years as he looked up to Marcus.
"You can fix it again, right?" he asked, clearly confident in the man's abilities despite his worry about his sister.
"I'm sorry. If I had had more time..." Sol shook her head, not wanting to be rude, but not wanting to agree, either. There was nothing to apologize for. If he'd done nothing at all, chances were she'd already be gone. She watched as he unwound the bandage, feeling oddly detached.
"Is there any pain?"
She smiled ruefully and nodded. It ached, she wouldn't lie; the pain radiated up to her shoulder in sharp flashes when she moved it. But despite that, she wasn't bothered. Or...not that, exactly, but she wasn't upset. The panic and horror had faded. It was unpleasant, but she trusted that it would be taken care of. Perhaps she ought to be more afraid, but she didn't have it in her. This pain, this lingering poison, it was nothing compared to her real fears.
"I've had worse," she answered out loud, though she realized after saying it that it wasn't the most reassuring answer she could have given. "What I mean is, it's bearable. Better than when it was fresh, certainly."
Eddie chose that moment to return from the bathroom, and he whimpered softly when he saw her arm, hurrying over to look.
"Sol, you're hurt," he accused, frowning as he climbed up onto the bed to hug around her shoulders and kiss her cheek. Worry creased his little brow, making him look older than his years as he looked up to Marcus.
"You can fix it again, right?" he asked, clearly confident in the man's abilities despite his worry about his sister.