[ she startles upon seeing him. dressed down like he is these days, she barely recognizes him. he doesn't look like the black general. he just looks like a man. somehow, that's worse.
but alina sits up, groggy and feverish, rubbing at her neck with her bad arm while she supports herself on her good one. ]
Try to contain your relief.
[ it's a little acidic. on the one hand, his insistence on open disdain makes it easier to remember what he is. on the other, now of all times she could use the comfort of how he had feigned care and concern over her. even if it wasn't real, it would be nice to have. just for a little while. ]
They said nothing was broken. Just a few tears. And the bleeding, obviously. [ they'd cut away part of the pants she was wearing, and her leg is still bandaged. brown-red stains seep through the dressing. ]
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but alina sits up, groggy and feverish, rubbing at her neck with her bad arm while she supports herself on her good one. ]
Try to contain your relief.
[ it's a little acidic. on the one hand, his insistence on open disdain makes it easier to remember what he is. on the other, now of all times she could use the comfort of how he had feigned care and concern over her. even if it wasn't real, it would be nice to have. just for a little while. ]
They said nothing was broken. Just a few tears. And the bleeding, obviously. [ they'd cut away part of the pants she was wearing, and her leg is still bandaged. brown-red stains seep through the dressing. ]