[ It's too hot, and this is a strain on her body regardless, sweating beading on her brow, prickling on the line of her throat, like she'd run a mile but all she'd done is focus the same on keep very, very still. And it might not be much for him and the calculated lines of his eyes, but it's searingly painful up the line of her spine where he pulls the first sliver of metal out.
Holds still, still, still, until it's free and she gasps an ugly line, thing and she's swearing all over again. Wants to sink back. Worse, he calls her kiddo, calls her that word and she knows that word she hates that word. ]
Just hurry it the hell up already. [ her fingers are aching from gripping so hard, and she's not sure but she think she'd bitten her lip open. ] Don't call me that.
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Holds still, still, still, until it's free and she gasps an ugly line, thing and she's swearing all over again. Wants to sink back. Worse, he calls her kiddo, calls her that word and she knows that word she hates that word. ]
Just hurry it the hell up already. [ her fingers are aching from gripping so hard, and she's not sure but she think she'd bitten her lip open. ] Don't call me that.