Madeline follows Nica tentatively, glancing back at Gabriel outside until she couldn't see the door anymore. As soon as she can't see him her heartbeat speeds up, mouth going dry, but she's doesn't make a sound beyond the occasional whimper that escapes. Walking hurts like everything else does.
She doesn't say anything to Nica. She can barely look at Nica. She just goes where she's led.
Madeline's pulled the shower curtain into place, and the barrier lets her think, a little, just enough to say, "I think I'll be a while."
Hours, maybe. Depends on how much there is too - she hopes those weren't fingernails she just pulled out of her hair, she hopes to God but she won't open her eyes to be sure.
"I'll be back to check on you," Nica repeats, firmly. "When you come down, I'll get you some juice and something to eat, if you want. I've got to go and see how your friend is, so I'm going downstairs now."
When Gabriel's mentioned, Madeline stops her scrubbing, letting her fingers stay tangled in her hair.
When she talks again, it's not the perfunctory mumble of before. She can feel this fear because it's a safe one. "He's...you should help him now. Please. Tell him I'm okay if he asks." And with that, it's back to scrubbing and waiting for Nica to get the hell out so Madeline can stop wanting to scream again.
Nica stays where she is, staring at the door for a while. When she finally closes her eyes and turns away, she's totally not at all freaking internally. At all. Ever.
Because that is NOT how this chick rolls, you bastards.
"I'll take good care of him." Her footsteps recede.
She doesn't say anything to Nica. She can barely look at Nica. She just goes where she's led.
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Hours, maybe. Depends on how much there is too - she hopes those weren't fingernails she just pulled out of her hair, she hopes to God but she won't open her eyes to be sure.
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When she talks again, it's not the perfunctory mumble of before. She can feel this fear because it's a safe one. "He's...you should help him now. Please. Tell him I'm okay if he asks." And with that, it's back to scrubbing and waiting for Nica to get the hell out so Madeline can stop wanting to scream again.
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Because that is NOT how this chick rolls, you bastards.
"I'll take good care of him." Her footsteps recede.
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