
"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too." ( lol as if you haven't fukcked me up enough lately )
she might laugh if her throat didn’t hurt so much because THIS is what they were trained not to be. desperate, pleading, caring – being there for someone who was dying. ‘ they’re weak ’ their first teacher had shouted as he stalked them like a shark ‘ if they were meant to live they would drag themselves to the checkpoint. ’
she is weak. she can’t even stand but she thinks the blame for that lies somewhere between her broken arm && the sharp splinter of metal in her side. it was long && just thick enough she couldn’t grasp it with one hand. they had meant just to keep her out of the way – they’d been proclaiming for weeks they want to hold them ACCOUNTABLE at a trial instead of just killing them, that quake had been an accident. she didn’t believe them, they just wanted to see if they could get anything out of them now.
“when —-” she grimaces at the pain speaking brings ( she can still FEEL his hands around her neck but when she tries to remember the fight itself she just sees john closing his hands around her throat && scolding her for screaming at the pain. ) “can’t remember much WORSE.”

she wonders if this is REAL. maybe it’s a hallucination from the blood loss, maybe it’s her imagination trying to hide her fear with something she wanted more than anything ;; g o d, she hopes this is real. nothing has felt more real since she heard daisy was dead – it has to be.
“you survived” she grins before she really does laugh. flinching at the pain it causes, it’s worth it when she looks at daisy with her uninjured hand gripping the metal pole she was impaled on && thinks she sees a smile too. “you bitch.”
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