Who: Sosha (Sofia & Sasha) When: Early Tuesday Morning Where: Hospital What: Talking? Rating: mentions of torture, injuries, trauma, there's some coping to be done Status: Closed/Progressing
For two years after being sent back to their home reality, Sofia and Sasha had managed to live very normal and mostly safe lives. They were even happy for a long time. The girls worked together to improve Sasha's control, Sofia had managed to fly under the radar at work. She never should have made such a stupid mistake, though. She should have let the building burn down instead of putting out that damn fire in the kitchen. It wasn't even her fault. The new guy was cooking in the break room and she'd stumbled upon him. She should have walked away, but instead, she'd done the right thing and it had cost her dearly. It wasn't thirty minutes after she burned her hand and agents were dragging her away.
Nightmares of her time in the 'research facility' woke her from her drug-induced coma. There was an iv in her hand, administering medications to help her stay under. That was the first thing she noticed and it threw her into a panic. In one swift move, she tore out the iv and tried to scramble off the bed, her bandaged left arm catching on something. She had to get out before they came back. She'd dreamed of Sasha saving her, and that had helped restore a tiny nugget of hope. She had to hold out until Sasha could come save her. The sheets were slowing her down, though, and she tumbled off the side of the bed with a thump.