[Claire] Numb
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crossing_lostrpWho: Claire
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid-morning
Invited: Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't so much that Claire was unaware, more that she wasn't paying attention to anything that didn't make her feel safe. Damon's voice - that worked. So did the sofa, soft as it was. Most things on the outside to be honest, in true "grass is greener" style, though it hurt to concentrate on them. Her room felt more like sanctuary than a prison though, complete with nice fellas making it even safer. That was a turnabout. She hoped that she'd remember to thank them later, but communication was one of those things that seemed far too complicated right now.
Inside, however, Claire felt like she'd spent 80 minutes under a collapsed scrum. Head, back, stomach, ankle and everything in between - they all ached. The grass might always be greener, but Daisy's ability to yank people out of their bodies had never seemed so tempting. Rest wasn't so much an order to be followed as a decision that her subconscious had made without consultation, though Claire wasn't about to complain. The overriding feeling of numbness made the world seem as though it was being filtered through a screen of exhaustion - apart from one small glimmer of shame.
How the hell could she admit that between the gunshots and the blonde psycho's attack (which Claire dismissed as far too confusing to think about now), she'd.. well.. become incontinent?
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid-morning
Invited: Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't so much that Claire was unaware, more that she wasn't paying attention to anything that didn't make her feel safe. Damon's voice - that worked. So did the sofa, soft as it was. Most things on the outside to be honest, in true "grass is greener" style, though it hurt to concentrate on them. Her room felt more like sanctuary than a prison though, complete with nice fellas making it even safer. That was a turnabout. She hoped that she'd remember to thank them later, but communication was one of those things that seemed far too complicated right now.
Inside, however, Claire felt like she'd spent 80 minutes under a collapsed scrum. Head, back, stomach, ankle and everything in between - they all ached. The grass might always be greener, but Daisy's ability to yank people out of their bodies had never seemed so tempting. Rest wasn't so much an order to be followed as a decision that her subconscious had made without consultation, though Claire wasn't about to complain. The overriding feeling of numbness made the world seem as though it was being filtered through a screen of exhaustion - apart from one small glimmer of shame.
How the hell could she admit that between the gunshots and the blonde psycho's attack (which Claire dismissed as far too confusing to think about now), she'd.. well.. become incontinent?
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