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She hates this.
She hates this cot, this room, these people, these drugs... more than she's hated anything else in this little world. More than no food and Mal Reynold's crew and a severe lack of decent drink, she hates this.
She hates waking in the mornings and being too drugged up to do much more than stare at her fingers and will them to move faster. She hates not being quite able to say, 'Take them away, get me off of them, feeling pain is feeling something.'
She hates feeling weak and she would either way.
She lies there now, like she has been for what feels like months. Two weeks? No, that's far too short.
It's been a lifetime, lying on a cot.
OOC: [This is not plot-locked, but if you ever wanted to scene with Saffron? Now would be the best time.]
She hates this cot, this room, these people, these drugs... more than she's hated anything else in this little world. More than no food and Mal Reynold's crew and a severe lack of decent drink, she hates this.
She hates waking in the mornings and being too drugged up to do much more than stare at her fingers and will them to move faster. She hates not being quite able to say, 'Take them away, get me off of them, feeling pain is feeling something.'
She hates feeling weak and she would either way.
She lies there now, like she has been for what feels like months. Two weeks? No, that's far too short.
It's been a lifetime, lying on a cot.
OOC: [This is not plot-locked, but if you ever wanted to scene with Saffron? Now would be the best time.]