Her knuckles are white where she grips the spear, her other hand digging into his shoulder. How did she get sick in the first place? Did she forget to do an important human thing, or was there something in the air?
The next step her foot catches on the ground - either some rock or root or maybe she hasn't lifted it high enough, and she can feel that frustration bubbling into anger. She has to be better than this, she has to. People are counting on her. Eddie keeps her from falling, but she's the one that can't seem to get one foot in front of the other and it grates on her. She jams the spear into the ground and definitively plants her foot with the intention of taking more decisive steps, but her legs give way entirely and she stags in his grip. Her head swims, and she feels a pressure against her forehead and everything seems to flare up at once; she's coughing and she's too weak to stand and the world is starting to press in at the edges of her vision.
"Need to sit, just a moment," Her words come out breathy, but her head is too heavy to hold up and the world is moving enough on its own even when she's not. "How much, longer do I have to, be like this?"
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Her knuckles are white where she grips the spear, her other hand digging into his shoulder. How did she get sick in the first place? Did she forget to do an important human thing, or was there something in the air?
The next step her foot catches on the ground - either some rock or root or maybe she hasn't lifted it high enough, and she can feel that frustration bubbling into anger. She has to be better than this, she has to. People are counting on her. Eddie keeps her from falling, but she's the one that can't seem to get one foot in front of the other and it grates on her. She jams the spear into the ground and definitively plants her foot with the intention of taking more decisive steps, but her legs give way entirely and she stags in his grip. Her head swims, and she feels a pressure against her forehead and everything seems to flare up at once; she's coughing and she's too weak to stand and the world is starting to press in at the edges of her vision.
"Need to sit, just a moment," Her words come out breathy, but her head is too heavy to hold up and the world is moving enough on its own even when she's not. "How much, longer do I have to, be like this?"