[She hasn't decided if it's comforting or worrying yet, the way he guides her around. She's glad that he knows what to do—she'd probably just be a mess on her bathroom floor right now otherwise—but it's a bit scary, the way he barks orders at her, bars the fucking door like that thing might come back...]
I'm okay.
[She's not, clearly, but her point is that he hasn't failed her.
Her jacket is easy enough to shrug off, but after that, it gets tricky. By the time he comes back, she's down to her underwear save for her shirt, which she's struggling to navigate over her burnt shoulder. She's still very determined not to cry, but it's tough to stop the tears from welling up anyway.]
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Date: 2019-11-01 06:17 am (UTC)I'm okay.
[She's not, clearly, but her point is that he hasn't failed her.
Her jacket is easy enough to shrug off, but after that, it gets tricky. By the time he comes back, she's down to her underwear save for her shirt, which she's struggling to navigate over her burnt shoulder. She's still very determined not to cry, but it's tough to stop the tears from welling up anyway.]