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damned_institute2009-09-24 07:51 am
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Day 44: Women's Showers (2nd Shift)
The sting of the water on Momo's wounds reminded her exactly where each and every burn was. Between that and the clear plastic wrapping the nurse placed around the long cut up her arm to her shoulder, she decided as little time in the actual spray would be wise. Sitting on a stool out of the direct stream, she went about scrubbing the grit and grime.
It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.
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It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.
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She was like a leaf being blown about in a storm, caught by too many competing forces to be able to slow herself, or decide in what direction she would be taken. The sesshouseki, the hospital, Kagura… Kagura, the hospital, the sesshouseki… Her bloodstained hands, her loss of future, her hate…
But she had thrown herself headlong into this storm before Landel’s Institute had ever gotten its hands on her, and being susceptible to its sudden and inexplicable night time blackouts was no great difference from being at the mercy of the sesshouseki’s ponderous influence. The real question was, how long could she hold on to her consciousness? How long would she be aware she was trying to fight the storm, and wasn’t a part of it by nature?
How long until this standstill ended, and she shed blood? Kagura’s blood?
Late for the day, she went straight into the showers as directed, stripping down and beginning to scrub the grime from her body with ruthless efficiency. The water streamed down her face like rivulets of tears.
I will make this time last as long as I can.
She left quickly, with the sole intention to avoid the one person she wanted to be with the most.
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