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[For Declan] Jan. 14: so concrete runs in rivers but there's sugar here to suck
After beating the crap out of Druitt and getting some of hers beat out too, Kate's more confused than anything. He didn't kill her. Didn't even try to kill her. To be fair, she hadn't tried to kill him either. Magnus wouldn't have forgiven her. Declan would be pissed even if he'd stand by her. Steve would've been 'disappointed' even if he got why she did it. Explaining it the Girl Scouts wouldn't have been worth it. And more than anything, she just...didn't like killing. She'd do it if she had to, but doing it when she didn't, didn't that make her just like him? Worse?
But now she's got a bitch of a black eye. Split lip. A bump on her head. Three seriously bruised ribs. Her right fist looks like she punched a stone wall. Because she did when she missed him. And her legs...she doesn't even want to think about the scrapes bruises.
She grabs fresh clothes from the box, a shower, and covers up the worst of it, then spends the day looking for Joan. It doesn't do fuck-all for the damage to her body. But she's awake, not concussed, she drinks enough water, keeps down her food, and doesn't find Joan in the caves or, bypassing civilization where Auggie and Annie are looking, farther out.
No Joan, no Druitt, no Declan. Not that she looks very hard for Declan before nightfall. He's going to be pissed. And...it's a waste of time. Every hour they don't find her decreases her chances of being alive. By nightfall, she's all but given up. She'll look again tomorrow but she doesn't expect to find her.
When she goes home to her hut, she does find Declan. He's inside waiting for her. "Hey," she says, and then, quietly, "Before you scream, can you get me some of the aspirin on my shelf and a glass of water?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll
But now she's got a bitch of a black eye. Split lip. A bump on her head. Three seriously bruised ribs. Her right fist looks like she punched a stone wall. Because she did when she missed him. And her legs...she doesn't even want to think about the scrapes bruises.
She grabs fresh clothes from the box, a shower, and covers up the worst of it, then spends the day looking for Joan. It doesn't do fuck-all for the damage to her body. But she's awake, not concussed, she drinks enough water, keeps down her food, and doesn't find Joan in the caves or, bypassing civilization where Auggie and Annie are looking, farther out.
No Joan, no Druitt, no Declan. Not that she looks very hard for Declan before nightfall. He's going to be pissed. And...it's a waste of time. Every hour they don't find her decreases her chances of being alive. By nightfall, she's all but given up. She'll look again tomorrow but she doesn't expect to find her.
When she goes home to her hut, she does find Declan. He's inside waiting for her. "Hey," she says, and then, quietly, "Before you scream, can you get me some of the aspirin on my shelf and a glass of water?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll