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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Elliot laid down, burying her head in her arms. She shivered slightly as Andy's hands made their way up her back and her mind momentarily went to what was quickly becoming a fail safe between them. Or maybe she just thought so. That terrible day when she'd almost died all she'd wanted was to forget for a moment and remind herself that she was still alive, still able to feel. The shock of these deaths though, they made her feel numb. She thought maybe she was still in shock that so many people had died and in such horrible ways.

"No, it's perfect," she said, raising her head slightly. Her voice sounded slightly watery as she fought to stop herself from crying. She knew that there was nothing worse for a guy than having a girl lose it on them. She'd already asked so much from Andy, she didn't want to ask any more. Still, she couldn't stop her thoughts from spiraling downward. Ten people. Dead. And she was next. Or Andy. It was only a matter of time. They were just here until the management got tired of them and then...

She took in a shuddering breath trying to bite back a self pitying sob and knew that Andy had felt it. She had to hold it together for Andy. She swallowed and when she trusted herself to speak she turned her head to the side. "Sorry," she said, her voice sounding more like normal.

She shut her eyes and tried to think of something they could talk about. Something that didn't have anything to do with this place or death. "Andy, what's your favorite color?" She asked, randomly.