I'm a mountain that has been moved. Who: Laura and Kitty What: The roommates have their first real conversation since Laura's return. When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Their room in the Haven Warnings: General emoness, possible mild language and allusions to previous torture.
Sharp adamantium claws broke through the flesh easily and efficiently as the wounds around them closed up with little effort. Droplets of blood streamed down the front of pale white knuckles as the claws were retracted, the cold stinging of the metal cutting through her skin barely registering with her.
Snikt... slikt... snikt... slikt...
Upon returning to the Haven on Sunday, Laura spent the rest of the day in the infirmary and a good part of Monday as well. It wasn't until she was thoroughly examined and given a clean bill of health that she was able to go back to her own room in the afternoon. It annoyed her to no end that she was being treated like a sickly hospital patient when she was clearly alright. She had a fucking healing factor, for Christ's sake! Any injuries she had sustained during captivity were long gone, the only signs of her actually having been held hostage were the pallor of her skin and the sunken in quality of her cheeks. Lack of sunlight and inadequate nourishment for nearly eighteen days would do just that, if not worse. Laura supposed she had her healing factor to thank for that as well.
Laura remained in her room for the rest of the day on Monday, moving from her bed only to get up and shower. Tuesday rolled around quickly, finding Laura in the same state. She was stuck inside her head, reliving every horrible moment of the last two and a half weeks and unable to shake the quiet funk she was in. Even if she didn't say anything about it or seem to acknowledge it at all, Kitty's absence was noted. The other girl couldn't really be blamed for avoiding the room that Laura didn't want to seem to budge from.
Snikt... slikt...
Blood rolled down her knuckles once more as she unsheathed her claws and retracted them just as quickly. Laura was more like her father now than she even knew and these metal claws were proof of that.