“Yeah… I guess it would be…” was Tsubaki’s halting answer.
Every second, she felt more in control of herself. If she could just focus on something else, this person, a conversation… she could begin to tuck away the raw experiences of last night. She could deal with this, whether or not she could make sense of it. She could try her best and not upset anyone else by losing her cool. Slowing her torrent of tears into a trickle was a start.
Falling into the morning song and dance and felt like an impossible task, but once she got herself together to leave the bathroom… well, step by step. That was the key. Somehow the girl didn’t think the nurse would understand what her problem was if she asked to go lay down--the thought that the woman would assume Tsubaki was homesick after so short of visitor shift yesterday made her heart seize up--and Tsubaki wouldn’t ask, either way. Hypocritical to think now, having burst into tears after ducking into a bathroom, but there was no point to hiding out in her room.
This pain of hers didn’t make her special. It just made her another victim, and that had to be stopped. She couldn’t sit out.
A small sniff, a blink to clear her lashes, and then Tsubaki gave a larger, more sure smile. “I’ll head back out in a minute, I think. I should eat something, anyway.” In her own wordless way, she made it clear it was okay for the other girl to return to her own breakfast without waiting around for Tsubaki.
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Every second, she felt more in control of herself. If she could just focus on something else, this person, a conversation… she could begin to tuck away the raw experiences of last night. She could deal with this, whether or not she could make sense of it. She could try her best and not upset anyone else by losing her cool. Slowing her torrent of tears into a trickle was a start.
Falling into the morning song and dance and felt like an impossible task, but once she got herself together to leave the bathroom… well, step by step. That was the key. Somehow the girl didn’t think the nurse would understand what her problem was if she asked to go lay down--the thought that the woman would assume Tsubaki was homesick after so short of visitor shift yesterday made her heart seize up--and Tsubaki wouldn’t ask, either way. Hypocritical to think now, having burst into tears after ducking into a bathroom, but there was no point to hiding out in her room.
This pain of hers didn’t make her special. It just made her another victim, and that had to be stopped. She couldn’t sit out.
A small sniff, a blink to clear her lashes, and then Tsubaki gave a larger, more sure smile. “I’ll head back out in a minute, I think. I should eat something, anyway.” In her own wordless way, she made it clear it was okay for the other girl to return to her own breakfast without waiting around for Tsubaki.