For yetregressing, for the prompt Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon.

Claire wakes up to hear a high, soft whimper somewhere nearby. It takes her a second or two to realize that it's her, and when she does, she swallows hard, chokes it off. She holds her breath and waits for the silence to settle in around her again before she slides out of bed and ( Read more... )

sunday_reveries: "Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters." - Stephen King (The Shining)

Claire wonders sometimes how long she can do this, how she can do this. She knows all the lines - we are helping people, giving them what they want, improving lives, saving lives - and recites them to herself when her faith starts to waver. Still, she knows that's all ( Read more... )

sunday_reveries: "It was the year of questions. It was the year of fog over the vineyard. The year you started falling. A damaged year." - Veronica PattersonClaire doesn't go home, after it happens. She'd never have made the drive home anyway - the whole thing's a hazy mess of blood loss and narcotics and shock, and as she wanders to the small room next to her ( Read more... )