"Fuck," she swears as her vision finally begins to focus on her surroundings.
God, how fucking pathetic is she, needing to be rescued like this? She was almost out of the fight in one fell swoop. She's supposed to be past her days of relying on others to save her ass from the fire. She's supposed to be better than this.
The memories begin to overwhelm her again, so she does the only thing she can think of and slams her head and shoulders against the cart as hard as possible. It cracks under her strength.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she chants. There are definitely splinters in her back now.
She opens her eyes again and for a moment-- just a split second-- she sees Adam crouching in front of her.
She blinks and he's gone, replaced with her rescuer: a guy with a bloody nose and a bow strapped to his back. She blames the concussion that she probably just gave herself for what she says next.
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God, how fucking pathetic is she, needing to be rescued like this? She was almost out of the fight in one fell swoop. She's supposed to be past her days of relying on others to save her ass from the fire. She's supposed to be better than this.
The memories begin to overwhelm her again, so she does the only thing she can think of and slams her head and shoulders against the cart as hard as possible. It cracks under her strength.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she chants. There are definitely splinters in her back now.
She opens her eyes again and for a moment-- just a split second-- she sees Adam crouching in front of her.
She blinks and he's gone, replaced with her rescuer: a guy with a bloody nose and a bow strapped to his back. She blames the concussion that she probably just gave herself for what she says next.
"What're you supposed to be, Cupid or something?"