A smile flickers over her face at what Kaine says. "Idiot, huh?" Steph asks Cass as she's led to the bathroom. "I don't know what you mean. Clearly I am a girl with her shit together."
In the bathroom, Steph sets the clothes on the sink and starts to untie the hospital gown. It'll feel good to get into real clothes, everything will feel more normal. Easier not to think why she was just in a hospital.
Once the gown is off, she sees them. Scars, lots of them, shiny pink criss-crossing all over her torso. Bullet wound, long windy knife scars, the perfect imprint of an iron pressed into her thigh like it had been stenciled on. Ugly irregular circles that came from the power drill. A map of suffering on her skin.
Her breath catches but she bites her lip hard to avoid making a sound. Don't freak out. You're not dead. Don't freak out. Don't don't don't. Instead, she reaches for the shirt with trembling fingers instead of crying.
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In the bathroom, Steph sets the clothes on the sink and starts to untie the hospital gown. It'll feel good to get into real clothes, everything will feel more normal. Easier not to think why she was just in a hospital.
Once the gown is off, she sees them. Scars, lots of them, shiny pink criss-crossing all over her torso. Bullet wound, long windy knife scars, the perfect imprint of an iron pressed into her thigh like it had been stenciled on. Ugly irregular circles that came from the power drill. A map of suffering on her skin.
Her breath catches but she bites her lip hard to avoid making a sound. Don't freak out. You're not dead. Don't freak out. Don't don't don't. Instead, she reaches for the shirt with trembling fingers instead of crying.