[ she hasn't kept this from him out of a desire to hide anything from him, and she really hopes he knows that. she'd kept it from him because she's been trying to convince herself she was projecting the memories of what she'd been through, that her mind was playing tricks on her after the trauma, because facing what might really be happening, that she could be becoming something harmful and frightening, was terrifying.
she'd died trying to prevent it from happening before. now it might be happening anyway and she doesn't know how to stop it.
he gets his question out right before she starts gagging and she doesn't really have the time to respond. as it is, she barely makes it into the bathroom, stumbling over her own feet as she pitches through the doorway and nearly faceplanting on the floor. she manages to catch her balance and makes it just as she starts retching, her stomach turning itself inside out as it rids itself of its contents. she's aware of his hands through her hair and on her shoulder as she empties her stomach, as careful and steady as his voice in their attempts to protect and comfort, and it's oddly reassuring even if it doesn't necessarily make her feel better. she was afraid. she's still afraid.
considering how little she's managed to get down, there's not much to come up, but her body seems determined to rid itself of every part of the spirits she'd consumed, down to the molecule. in addition to the tea, she loses a not insignificant amount of stomach acid and dry heaves a few times before her body finally relents and she leans back against the wall, curling over her knees and covering her eyes. ]
They glowed. [ her voice is low and rasping; her throat aches with the burn of the acid. he'd seemed to have put the question aside for the moment and she appreciates that, but she doesn't want him to think she'd forgotten he'd asked. ] And they were green.
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Date: 2020-05-10 06:13 am (UTC)she'd died trying to prevent it from happening before. now it might be happening anyway and she doesn't know how to stop it.
he gets his question out right before she starts gagging and she doesn't really have the time to respond. as it is, she barely makes it into the bathroom, stumbling over her own feet as she pitches through the doorway and nearly faceplanting on the floor. she manages to catch her balance and makes it just as she starts retching, her stomach turning itself inside out as it rids itself of its contents. she's aware of his hands through her hair and on her shoulder as she empties her stomach, as careful and steady as his voice in their attempts to protect and comfort, and it's oddly reassuring even if it doesn't necessarily make her feel better. she was afraid. she's still afraid.
considering how little she's managed to get down, there's not much to come up, but her body seems determined to rid itself of every part of the spirits she'd consumed, down to the molecule. in addition to the tea, she loses a not insignificant amount of stomach acid and dry heaves a few times before her body finally relents and she leans back against the wall, curling over her knees and covering her eyes. ]
They glowed. [ her voice is low and rasping; her throat aches with the burn of the acid. he'd seemed to have put the question aside for the moment and she appreciates that, but she doesn't want him to think she'd forgotten he'd asked. ] And they were green.