Hallways always [OPEN]

[vandalization]

who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.



The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.

Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.

She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.

So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.

She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.

Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.

Everything. Ruined.

She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.

But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.

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[littlecrowgirl]

"Don't worry, you can borrow this. It cuts really nicely!"

She didn't want Vandal to think about that place. If it's anything like how Kay felt about the courtroom lobby...There's a slight shudder as she tries to get that out of her mind, running the edge of the badge along the paper. And it actually makes a rather clean cut.

"It's harder to get the smaller cuts, but we'll start with big ones. Making triangles here is a good way to do it," she pointed to the folded edge of the paper as she talked, running it along where she cut.

"I'll let you do the other half." She placed the badge in Vandal's hand, and gently took her wrist, running it along the other edge, just to help apply force.

[vandalization]

She's grateful for the help, even if she does feel very lame, not even able to push hard enough to cut paper on her own. But that's the truth of the matter.

Big, strong Vandal, crippled and shown for what she really is. She focuses entirely on the task at hand, trying to copy what Kay did. A series of crooked triangles.

[littlecrowgirl]

Just watching her...it's a great thing to see. Sure, those triangles are crooked, but...they were triangles. And that meant...they'd become straight with practice. Vandal would get better.

She wasn't lost yet.

"See? Each one is different, just like a real snowflake!"