[ Alex barely registers the tone he uses. She’s so use to people barking at her, telling her when and where she is supposed to be. A firm pointed finger to the ground. Sitting behind the white sheets of Theo’s infirmary.
Stay.
So, she stays on the ground, her legs starting to go numb from the way they are folded under her. But Heine returns quickly and she realizes she hadn’t even considered the possibility of him not coming back. She just assumed he would for some bizarre reason. After all, he isn’t really Nicolas.
She scrambles to get a hold of the bottle, careful to not touch his fingers at all. Once in her possession, her grip on it is like a vice, the material making a crinkling sound in her hold before she fumbles with the sealed spout. It’s a little different of a design from what she’s use to, but it’s not complicated. Alex pours just a bit in her cupped hand and lays it against her forehead. Her skins feels like it’s burning, but it brings instant relief.
The fringe of her grown out hair is dribbling with water when she removes her hand but she isn’t too concerned about looking dignified. That was long passed. ]
Who are you?
[ He’s a stranger, she is well aware of that no matter how many tricks her mind was playing earlier. But something about him makes her think that he is a notable, someone she should remember, commit to whatever memory her brain can manage after a second round of what she suspects was TB. ]
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Stay.
So, she stays on the ground, her legs starting to go numb from the way they are folded under her. But Heine returns quickly and she realizes she hadn’t even considered the possibility of him not coming back. She just assumed he would for some bizarre reason. After all, he isn’t really Nicolas.
She scrambles to get a hold of the bottle, careful to not touch his fingers at all. Once in her possession, her grip on it is like a vice, the material making a crinkling sound in her hold before she fumbles with the sealed spout. It’s a little different of a design from what she’s use to, but it’s not complicated. Alex pours just a bit in her cupped hand and lays it against her forehead. Her skins feels like it’s burning, but it brings instant relief.
The fringe of her grown out hair is dribbling with water when she removes her hand but she isn’t too concerned about looking dignified. That was long passed. ]
Who are you?
[ He’s a stranger, she is well aware of that no matter how many tricks her mind was playing earlier. But something about him makes her think that he is a notable, someone she should remember, commit to whatever memory her brain can manage after a second round of what she suspects was TB. ]
You could have just left. Why didn’t you?