[She protests his hold weakly -- just a little, just enough that she can try to look around for her mother. It's been forever since she got to see her. If she tries too hard, she's going to writhe out of her skin. As much as Ryder wonders if that would help free her from this burning, it sounds even more painful than what she's already dealing with, so she slumps into his cradling arm like a tired child. She cant stop trembling... At least someone is there to take care of her. Maybe -- maybe she'd get better. Maybe she'd recover, and she wouldn't have to die. Maybe her mom's okay, too, and they could find each other in this life. There's a heat in her mouth she thinks is sauce for a moment, but when she realizes that she's curled forward and gagging on something that's not there anymore, what remains of her brain suggests that it was vomit. When did that happen? Ryder coughs and, weakly flailing her mangled hand at her mouth in an attempt to wipe it clean, seeks out that soothing blob from a minute ago. Was it a minute? Was it even a second? Has she been here a year? Will it ever end?]
Tehh... Hgkh -- [The strings of dribble on her lips are the only thing wetting them as she moves them, trying to make words. Several other parts of her are wet for various disgusting reasons, but they're far away now, veins stretched and sliced open so they were easier to set fire to. She feels it so much, but she's drifting anyway. It's like she's...above her eyeballs? That feels right, whatever that means.] He-help...
[Her stomach is empty, her lungs are getting there, and her self...? Her arms search blindly for that last one before remembering they're already touching something. Something important that she needs and she's grateful for, as she's burning in hell like too many stupid fucking people said she would. They didn't matter. Fight to cling to what did, and that's--]
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[She protests his hold weakly -- just a little, just enough that she can try to look around for her mother. It's been forever since she got to see her. If she tries too hard, she's going to writhe out of her skin. As much as Ryder wonders if that would help free her from this burning, it sounds even more painful than what she's already dealing with, so she slumps into his cradling arm like a tired child. She cant stop trembling... At least someone is there to take care of her. Maybe -- maybe she'd get better. Maybe she'd recover, and she wouldn't have to die. Maybe her mom's okay, too, and they could find each other in this life. There's a heat in her mouth she thinks is sauce for a moment, but when she realizes that she's curled forward and gagging on something that's not there anymore, what remains of her brain suggests that it was vomit. When did that happen? Ryder coughs and, weakly flailing her mangled hand at her mouth in an attempt to wipe it clean, seeks out that soothing blob from a minute ago. Was it a minute? Was it even a second? Has she been here a year? Will it ever end?]
Tehh... Hgkh -- [The strings of dribble on her lips are the only thing wetting them as she moves them, trying to make words. Several other parts of her are wet for various disgusting reasons, but they're far away now, veins stretched and sliced open so they were easier to set fire to. She feels it so much, but she's drifting anyway. It's like she's...above her eyeballs? That feels right, whatever that means.] He-help...
[Her stomach is empty, her lungs are getting there, and her self...? Her arms search blindly for that last one before remembering they're already touching something. Something important that she needs and she's grateful for, as she's burning in hell like too many stupid fucking people said she would. They didn't matter. Fight to cling to what did, and that's--]
Hhh... Teo? Stuh...here?