have to do this, she would have said as he lowers her into that chair like a child, kneeling to help her take off her boots. She grips the seat to keep herself upright, head still spinning.
She hasn't been sleeping right, she's been weak, and she should have known better than to stay downstairs drinking. For months she wouldn't let herself grieve, and now, with the weight of everything that's happened present in full in the forefront of her mind, and Doc's reaction to take care of her like this, she can't keep the tears from buzzing in her brain.
Her eyes burn again, and though she feels all cried out, she apparently isn't. Tears streak down her flushed face like flames, and she hopes that her hair covers her face well enough to hide them from him.
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have to do this, she would have said as he lowers her into that chair like a child, kneeling to help her take off her boots. She grips the seat to keep herself upright, head still spinning.
She hasn't been sleeping right, she's been weak, and she should have known better than to stay downstairs drinking. For months she wouldn't let herself grieve, and now, with the weight of everything that's happened present in full in the forefront of her mind, and Doc's reaction to take care of her like this, she can't keep the tears from buzzing in her brain.
Her eyes burn again, and though she feels all cried out, she apparently isn't. Tears streak down her flushed face like flames, and she hopes that her hair covers her face well enough to hide them from him.