[ He'd said she'd "been out long enough," or some other really shitty way to word being, you know, free. Getting the message had filled her with a sinking feeling to the point she never thought she'd be able to move.
She didn't have a say in the matter, of course.
After making sure no one would contact her for a while, she heads down to the lab, coming to a stop about twenty feet away from the entrance. For the longest, all she can do is stare at it in dread. Once she was over the threshold, it'd only be a matter of time before she'd be again begging for a death that would never come.
Fitz had yet to make any mistakes.
Fighting back tears--she didn't want to look weak so quickly--she finally goes to the entrance, barely hearing Monika's cheery greeting as she steps inside.
[ A million smarmy things come to mind immediately, the dumb, fiery side of her somehow refusing to die. Nothing particularly stupid makes it to her lips, however, but she does offer a shrug. That probably won't be sufficient enough, so eventually she does answer. ]
You want people to stop worryin' about me, I gotta make sure they don't.
[ She looks away at a distant area, not wanting to meet his eyes. She's rooted to the spot, her body unwilling to go further. ]
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She didn't have a say in the matter, of course.
After making sure no one would contact her for a while, she heads down to the lab, coming to a stop about twenty feet away from the entrance. For the longest, all she can do is stare at it in dread. Once she was over the threshold, it'd only be a matter of time before she'd be again begging for a death that would never come.
Fitz had yet to make any mistakes.
Fighting back tears--she didn't want to look weak so quickly--she finally goes to the entrance, barely hearing Monika's cheery greeting as she steps inside.
At least this time she knew what was coming. ]
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[ he's already prepared for her, in fresh scrubs with impatient hands set on his hips. ]
Do you have an excuse for that?
[ she's an annoyance. Her need to interact with people and keep their suspicions low is just as troublesome as a dog needed to be brought on walks. ]
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You want people to stop worryin' about me, I gotta make sure they don't.
[ She looks away at a distant area, not wanting to meet his eyes. She's rooted to the spot, her body unwilling to go further. ]
Would you even accept any excuse I got to give?