[She feels like all she’s ever been is a girl full of words, and it isn’t as if she can write them down anymore. Even if she could see clearly or get her hands to stop shaking, would she be able to hold a pen, with her hand like this? She’d have to relearn how to write, and she doesn’t have the time for that...so the words that come out have fought hard for that right, and even then the struggle isn’t enough for everything. It’s the littlest bit that’s left, and of course it would be words. It can't last forever.
She slurs something else, a sss that turns into a shhh, and then a gurgled growl. She can't bring herself to move, but her body still moves for her at times, jerking her head to the shoulder that twitches up to meet it. She can't see him, with her eyes rolled back...but he's still here. And if she can tell he's still there, then she's still there, and he's telling her she's safe. Compared to everyone else, maybe she is... All the danger out there already got her. And he's... He's going to be going through this without her. He doesn't have a cool set of fingers to brush through his hair or a gentle voice to lure out the last bits of his humanity. She's sorry for that.]
Aouuh... Hhhrzh...
[Something. Get close to that. It moves, it makes sounds, it needs attention. Ryder buries herself, unintelligible gargling in her throat as another bout of bile rises, but can't make it out. She needs attention. She's fading. Someone, god, fucking anyone help... Here's someone. Here's...someone. She tries to hold that tight to herself, even if her body can't, to the end.]
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She slurs something else, a sss that turns into a shhh, and then a gurgled growl. She can't bring herself to move, but her body still moves for her at times, jerking her head to the shoulder that twitches up to meet it. She can't see him, with her eyes rolled back...but he's still here. And if she can tell he's still there, then she's still there, and he's telling her she's safe. Compared to everyone else, maybe she is... All the danger out there already got her. And he's... He's going to be going through this without her. He doesn't have a cool set of fingers to brush through his hair or a gentle voice to lure out the last bits of his humanity. She's sorry for that.]
Aouuh... Hhhrzh...
[Something. Get close to that. It moves, it makes sounds, it needs attention. Ryder buries herself, unintelligible gargling in her throat as another bout of bile rises, but can't make it out. She needs attention. She's fading. Someone, god, fucking anyone help... Here's someone. Here's...someone. She tries to hold that tight to herself, even if her body can't, to the end.]