Re: quicklog, hotel: neil/mere
[Even if he said those things, that it was okay not to be able to deal with it easily, Meredith still wanted to. She wanted to be that strong, but with the way things were boiling in her head, images imprinted there that she wouldn't be getting rid of any time soon, she wasn't sure that she was that strong.
Her eyes closed at the kiss, chaste and simple, and she gave the smallest of nods in response to his question.] I won't go anywhere. Promise.
[She didn't move until he had left the room, watching after his retreating back and wondering how 'fine' he really was. Neither of them were particularly fine, though she was sure he wouldn't be as revealing with what was going on as she was. Instead, she concentrated on what she could do. The tattered red pants were pulled off gingerly, left on the floor to dispose of later on. There was no repairing them, and she wouldn't have done that even if it were possible. Too many memories in those pants, in the blood that stained them. A towel was fetched, laid out on the bed, and a damp wash cloth was used to dab at the blood that stained pale skin. There were multiple wounds on her legs, places where sharp claws had dug in and pulled. The skin was mottled with bruises, more elsewhere that were still hidden beneath her sweater.
The hand that cleaned the wounds wasn't steady in the slightest, fingers trembling, and she remembered the things that had grabbed her, that had pulled her away from the safety of Flash's presence. The things that had been calling her Mama, tugging her to the shadows.
By the time Neil returned, the little color that had filled her cheeks again had bled away, ghost-white with the damp cloth pressed against one calf, otherwise still and staring out into the room at things only she could see.]