[It takes her a good twenty minutes to force herself out of that spot after the door closes. The click just sounds so damn final to her even though she knows good and well that it's nothing of the sort. He's still there, right next door, and no one is going anywhere.
It still takes her that long to convince herself of it, though.
But she does get moving, and a cold shower comes first, which isn't nearly as bad as it sounds given that her skin feels not only oily but clammy with sweat, and her internal temperature feels higher than it normally is. The chill of the water is both calming and soothing, and while she's still running hot from her recovery it's much less noticeable and uncomfortable. Clean clothes also help, and for a short time she actually feels like she can behave as a normal person again.
After that she ventured beyond the walls of the apartments, visiting people and receiving plenty of hugs and grateful responses for her renewed state. The only one who cried was Marie, which was a given, and it was far more dramatic and motherly than anything Rin had done earlier. Thankfully her nearly crushing hug takes any desire out of Rin to match those tears.
Food and some conversation after that, but soon enough she was about ready to doze off, body still in need of proper rest. At Nathaniel's urging she's nudged back to her room, and that was where it all fell away again.
Standing at the foot of her bed in her tiny room, she stares at the unmade sheets and blankets, feeling an ill lump rising in her throat. Three days she spent in that bed, and she doesn't want to revisit it so soon. Exhaustion was going to win out sooner or later, but not before she stripped the entire thing down and remade it with something cleaner.
At least then, it wasn't so much like the place she had been lying in when she woke.
But like Bon, sleep doesn't come easily, and her dreams are repeated delusions of blood, death, failure, loneliness, interlaced with wandering in nothingness only to have some ill defined monster of darkness come along and devour her in it's snapping jaws, tearing her limb from limb as she screams until she can't scream anymore.
More than once she wakes up in a sweat, cold now instead of hot, shivering, panting, whimpering with arm around herself. The only comfort is the constant light, normally annoying but now the thing that chases the monsters away until she closes her eyes again.
Around the third or fourth time, though, she topples out of bed and lands with a squeak on the hard floor, and it's too much to try to go to sleep again. Not alone, anyway.
Damned if she can even begin to explain what compelled her to do it, but she slips out of her room, and takes the few steps to the one next to it. The door is unlocked, as security really isn't an issue for any of them, and she pushes it open quietly. Bare feet shuffling, hair down and blanket hooded around her like a cape, she makes her way to Bon's bedroom, that door opening only a crack before she speaks.]
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It still takes her that long to convince herself of it, though.
But she does get moving, and a cold shower comes first, which isn't nearly as bad as it sounds given that her skin feels not only oily but clammy with sweat, and her internal temperature feels higher than it normally is. The chill of the water is both calming and soothing, and while she's still running hot from her recovery it's much less noticeable and uncomfortable. Clean clothes also help, and for a short time she actually feels like she can behave as a normal person again.
After that she ventured beyond the walls of the apartments, visiting people and receiving plenty of hugs and grateful responses for her renewed state. The only one who cried was Marie, which was a given, and it was far more dramatic and motherly than anything Rin had done earlier. Thankfully her nearly crushing hug takes any desire out of Rin to match those tears.
Food and some conversation after that, but soon enough she was about ready to doze off, body still in need of proper rest. At Nathaniel's urging she's nudged back to her room, and that was where it all fell away again.
Standing at the foot of her bed in her tiny room, she stares at the unmade sheets and blankets, feeling an ill lump rising in her throat. Three days she spent in that bed, and she doesn't want to revisit it so soon. Exhaustion was going to win out sooner or later, but not before she stripped the entire thing down and remade it with something cleaner.
At least then, it wasn't so much like the place she had been lying in when she woke.
But like Bon, sleep doesn't come easily, and her dreams are repeated delusions of blood, death, failure, loneliness, interlaced with wandering in nothingness only to have some ill defined monster of darkness come along and devour her in it's snapping jaws, tearing her limb from limb as she screams until she can't scream anymore.
More than once she wakes up in a sweat, cold now instead of hot, shivering, panting, whimpering with arm around herself. The only comfort is the constant light, normally annoying but now the thing that chases the monsters away until she closes her eyes again.
Around the third or fourth time, though, she topples out of bed and lands with a squeak on the hard floor, and it's too much to try to go to sleep again. Not alone, anyway.
Damned if she can even begin to explain what compelled her to do it, but she slips out of her room, and takes the few steps to the one next to it. The door is unlocked, as security really isn't an issue for any of them, and she pushes it open quietly. Bare feet shuffling, hair down and blanket hooded around her like a cape, she makes her way to Bon's bedroom, that door opening only a crack before she speaks.]
Bon... ?