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17.Oct.12, 06:53 AM
She heard Talian even as she watched him inch closer as he spoke. She wanted to stiffen her back, to get ready to jump out of reach but her body seemed ready to lay down. He sounded as if he were speaking to her from the other room. Why did he sound so far away? She had to actually focus on listening to him, which turned out to be more difficult than she’d expected while trying to watch him as well.
A sedative? Calm and distant? The tea was SUPPOSE to do this to her?! Now was the time to panic as he took another step closer, telling her that the stitches were still necessary and that he was, in fact, going to do it himself. Lifting up a hand that was… she thought… still out of reach of him, she shook her head. “No, Stop… You said you wouldn’t do anything…” She said, her voice still slurring her words and her tongue heavy in her mouth. When had her tongue gotten so large and clumsy?
Her hand seemed to have no effect as he took another step closer and she snatched the hand back to keep it out of his own reach. She wanted to shake in her fear, but instead the tea had her wavering slightly, leaning back and forth. Again he was speaking to her and she focused on his words even as she held the hand not supporting her tight to her chest to keep it as far from him as she could, as if he would bite her. Oh, but he was getting ready to bite! Needle in hand like a sharp little tooth!
She listened to him tell her of knowing her fear, but not why. She also listened to his reason why he understood… he’d been beaten at home too. If he understood he’d let her stitch herself! Surely even a sloppy stitch would heal! His word… she wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. His word had been that he’d do nothing without her permission and yet now he’d taken that choice away from her as well.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as he finally reached, her setting his tools aside and reaching out to her. She tugged her shoulder away and felt her world spin. Closing her eyes, those foreign hands were on her shoulders again and she choked back a sob. “No, please don’t touch me…” she said a little loudly, though not yet a scream. Her legs jerked up as she tried to push herself away from him, away from those touching hands.
“I trust you.” She sobbed as she tried to move away from him with limbs that seemed to only half work. “But you said… You said you wouldn’t… without permission… please don’t touch me…” she muttered again, half heartedly knocking away one of the hands on her shoulder as she finally got a foot on the corner of the table. Using it to push herself away from him, and in her daze and panic, she managed to push herself right off the far edge and fell in a heap on the floor.
A sedative? Calm and distant? The tea was SUPPOSE to do this to her?! Now was the time to panic as he took another step closer, telling her that the stitches were still necessary and that he was, in fact, going to do it himself. Lifting up a hand that was… she thought… still out of reach of him, she shook her head. “No, Stop… You said you wouldn’t do anything…” She said, her voice still slurring her words and her tongue heavy in her mouth. When had her tongue gotten so large and clumsy?
Her hand seemed to have no effect as he took another step closer and she snatched the hand back to keep it out of his own reach. She wanted to shake in her fear, but instead the tea had her wavering slightly, leaning back and forth. Again he was speaking to her and she focused on his words even as she held the hand not supporting her tight to her chest to keep it as far from him as she could, as if he would bite her. Oh, but he was getting ready to bite! Needle in hand like a sharp little tooth!
She listened to him tell her of knowing her fear, but not why. She also listened to his reason why he understood… he’d been beaten at home too. If he understood he’d let her stitch herself! Surely even a sloppy stitch would heal! His word… she wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. His word had been that he’d do nothing without her permission and yet now he’d taken that choice away from her as well.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as he finally reached, her setting his tools aside and reaching out to her. She tugged her shoulder away and felt her world spin. Closing her eyes, those foreign hands were on her shoulders again and she choked back a sob. “No, please don’t touch me…” she said a little loudly, though not yet a scream. Her legs jerked up as she tried to push herself away from him, away from those touching hands.
“I trust you.” She sobbed as she tried to move away from him with limbs that seemed to only half work. “But you said… You said you wouldn’t… without permission… please don’t touch me…” she muttered again, half heartedly knocking away one of the hands on her shoulder as she finally got a foot on the corner of the table. Using it to push herself away from him, and in her daze and panic, she managed to push herself right off the far edge and fell in a heap on the floor.
