[ She turns her face against him, crying silently, feeling the heat of her own blood creeping down one thigh. (It still doesn't hurt, it was agony before, should she be glad? Should she be happy that it's not quite the same?)
All she can think to say is I'm sorry, over and over again.
And then she sits up. Bolts upright, more like, hands clutching at her stomach, feeling nothing but her sweat-dampened shirt. She yanks it up until she can see her scar, healed, the skin around it undamaged. She's in her room in communal housing, and the clock next to her bed says 02:45. ]
Finn.
[ It's insensible, ridiculous, but she needs to know he's okay. She rolls out of bed and hits the ground on her knees, scrabbling upright and dragging on her boots without socks. It doesn't occur to her until she's at the door to run back and grab her communicator, opening her contacts. It's Finn, John, and Marco. She hits Finn's name and heads out the door. ]
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All she can think to say is I'm sorry, over and over again.
And then she sits up. Bolts upright, more like, hands clutching at her stomach, feeling nothing but her sweat-dampened shirt. She yanks it up until she can see her scar, healed, the skin around it undamaged. She's in her room in communal housing, and the clock next to her bed says 02:45. ]
Finn.
[ It's insensible, ridiculous, but she needs to know he's okay. She rolls out of bed and hits the ground on her knees, scrabbling upright and dragging on her boots without socks. It doesn't occur to her until she's at the door to run back and grab her communicator, opening her contacts. It's Finn, John, and Marco. She hits Finn's name and heads out the door. ]
Come on, come on...