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shenevermisses) wrote2012-09-23 01:51 am
shenevermisses) wrote2012-09-23 01:51 am
8th throw - [ written ]
[It's late. It's very, very late. But Clove can't sleep. Maybe it's because of the ever changing date in her Journal, September slipping away, making way for October.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
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Skull fracture.
Slammed into something repeatedly... Probably the second, then. That's where clear memories end. Blood? She doesn't know. Symptoms? Same. She can't ask Cato. She tries not to remind him of that.
After about five minutes, she finally answers.]
Thank you. That helps.
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It... doesn't really matter here, but... I want to understand it.
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Thank you.
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