by PoeticJustice » Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:09 am
The girl who normally looks constantly on edge, waiting for something to go wrong, looks almost peaceful in her enforced nap. Her face softens and her lips move occasionally, a half-mumbled syllable lost to the ether of chaos and bumbling going on around her.
She stirs slightly, shifting on the cot and murmuring in a dazed fashion "... turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth..." She shifts again and then her eyes open blearily.
"Tommy?" she murmurs, in a confused, gentle whisper, before the wince causes her to realize that her head hurts. She sees white on all sides, and looks even more confused. Her eyes skate over everyone present except the wellplaced doctor behind her, and then land on Fell. Specifically on his neck and wrists, and the novelties found there. The medical tent is suddenly secondary in the disoriented girl's list of priorities.
The response is instantaneous, one hand shooting to her hip, which almost succeeds in knocking the cot she is on over in her disoriented state. She finds no weapon there, however, and further panic begins to set in, her other hand immediately moving to her temple, where two fingers rest. Her mouth is opening to scream...
... when recollection catches up with her panic. And then a fresh panic sets in as she sits up further, looking around wildly. White walls. Doctor equipment. The whites are visible all around her eyes as she glances to and fro in panic.
But there was no blood. No nothing. Clean white tent walls with clean equipment.
She looks back to Fell with her chest rising and falling in what is close to hyperventilation, everyone else in the room completely forgotten.
"Did I hurt anyone?" she demands in a tone that could only be accusatory, as if, somehow, if she had, it was all his fault.
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out for the rope, sent by and we will
Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side hey