[ It matters to her. The thought of what was happening to her... Limbs stiffening, body growing still. Slowly finding herself completely unable to move.
It terrifies her. It makes her think of the future that was left for her in Hawkins. It makes her think of the attic and her dwindling sensations. So it matters. More than anything, it matters.
She's still tired, and it shows when she tries to readjust her position. Her body's sore, her blood having settled at the lowest points of it, but she wants to lean closer to Basil. The blanket's kept her warm but it's nothing compared to feeling another person beside her. Her cold body settles, bloody hand grasping for bloody hand.
Softer, she repeats: ] Basil. You saved me.
[ She's not done with eating, just has finally slowed down. But she can take a moment to squeeze his hand and gaze at him, gratitude radiating from her. ]
Thank you. Thank you, for...for doing this for me.
cw: corpse decay, mild cannibalism. how can cannibalism be mild.
It terrifies her. It makes her think of the future that was left for her in Hawkins. It makes her think of the attic and her dwindling sensations. So it matters. More than anything, it matters.
She's still tired, and it shows when she tries to readjust her position. Her body's sore, her blood having settled at the lowest points of it, but she wants to lean closer to Basil. The blanket's kept her warm but it's nothing compared to feeling another person beside her. Her cold body settles, bloody hand grasping for bloody hand.
Softer, she repeats: ] Basil. You saved me.
[ She's not done with eating, just has finally slowed down. But she can take a moment to squeeze his hand and gaze at him, gratitude radiating from her. ]
Thank you. Thank you, for...for doing this for me.