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taxonomites2010-05-29 02:36 pm
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023: [ visual ] / [ location: Hyperion Hotel ] Before I come undone
No, no, no -
"No!"
Cordelia wakes up with a start, sitting upright on her bed with her hands clutching her blanket like a lifeline. For several moments she looks around her in alarm, wondering where the hell she is and where the others are, wondering if this is another one of those times she unfortunately opened her eyes only to be sliced and diced again and--
Then she rests her head on her hands, and breathes. It's over now. It's over and done with and they're all safe but the images are still burned in her brain, like a vision that's been put on eternal loop.
Slowly - mindful of the pains that plague her - Cordelia gets out of bed. She looks down at herself, sees the numerous bandages that are wrapped around her body, and sighs.
And here she thought she'd be safe in Taxon. Pfft.
She gets up, and walks over to the mirror. Cordelia looks at her reflection, and bites her lip.
God.
"Mummy girl much?" she whispers.
[ ooc: backdated to a day after the horrors. ]
"No!"
Cordelia wakes up with a start, sitting upright on her bed with her hands clutching her blanket like a lifeline. For several moments she looks around her in alarm, wondering where the hell she is and where the others are, wondering if this is another one of those times she unfortunately opened her eyes only to be sliced and diced again and--
Then she rests her head on her hands, and breathes. It's over now. It's over and done with and they're all safe but the images are still burned in her brain, like a vision that's been put on eternal loop.
Slowly - mindful of the pains that plague her - Cordelia gets out of bed. She looks down at herself, sees the numerous bandages that are wrapped around her body, and sighs.
And here she thought she'd be safe in Taxon. Pfft.
She gets up, and walks over to the mirror. Cordelia looks at her reflection, and bites her lip.
God.
"Mummy girl much?" she whispers.
[ ooc: backdated to a day after the horrors. ]
[ location: cordelia's room ]
"I am fine, damnit! What, do you want me to curl up on my bed and bawl my eyes out? Is this why you brought me this stupid tea and this stupid toast, because you thought I needed to be consoled? I'm fine and I don't know why you want me to be not fine when in fact I'm... I'm..."
And then she bites her lip and turns her face away, as if ashamed of her tears. Great, thanks Wes.
[ location: cordelia's room ]
He knows how it feels. He truly does. He also knows that platitudes and reassurances won't make it feel any better. The only thing he can offer is the certainty that she is not alone. That people care about her and will help her get through this.
[ location: cordelia's room ]
"I--I hate you," Cordelia says in between sobs, her hands now covering her face even as she rests her forehead on his shoulder. "Why do you have to be so... so sweet, damnit."
[ location: cordelia's room ]
"I'll fetch you that coffee and then I'll leave you alone, I promise. As long as you promise me not to push yourself too hard. Let us pamper you a bit. It doesn't happen very often, you know."
[ location: cordelia's room ]
"Okay. Get me that coffee. And probably some cookies. Oh, and the latest issue of Marie Claire won't hurt, too."
[ location: cordelia's room ]
He offers her a bracing sort of smile and heads off, fully intending to bring her a box of tissues and a hot water bottle to keep her feet warm as well.
[ location: cordelia's room ]