8th Patient [Accidental Video]
[The feed switches on to Anya sitting at a rather odd angle, trying to look at a thick metal anklet. She leans back more, holding her leg up to see the faint lettering in the band. Her head turns from side to side, nose scrunching the tiniest bit.]
S-so that’s f-five days after the solstice… or t-three? M-maybe an eight- AH!
[She falls back with a thump, and a great deal of flailing. After a few more clumsy attempts at reading the anklet she finally manages and starts going over the math in her head, and fingers. Her brow furrows when she comes to the answer she was looking for]
A w-week? N-no that’s wrong, it c-can’t be a week… or…
…
Huh.
One week… and I’m t-twenty-seven…
[It sounds even weirder when she says it out loud, making Anya uncomfortable enough to start fussing with her burn scar.]
S-so that’s f-five days after the solstice… or t-three? M-maybe an eight- AH!
[She falls back with a thump, and a great deal of flailing. After a few more clumsy attempts at reading the anklet she finally manages and starts going over the math in her head, and fingers. Her brow furrows when she comes to the answer she was looking for]
A w-week? N-no that’s wrong, it c-can’t be a week… or…
…
Huh.
One week… and I’m t-twenty-seven…
[It sounds even weirder when she says it out loud, making Anya uncomfortable enough to start fussing with her burn scar.]