She nods, and her brows furrow as she looks down at it, and she peels off the wax sealing it closed before she opens it, and she doesn't even look at him because he's said it's for her, and she's going to trust him, and she just... drinks it.
It's weird, that it literally takes like nothing. It was like wet air, and she pulls in a breath, carefully closing the empty bottle. "I thought of both of you. And Jason." She paused. "And some other people, but I'm so glad I met you, and I didn't- I didn't want to just..." She doesn't say the word die, because she can't, and she sniffs once, rubbing away the few tears that have slipped free with her fingers. "It was horrible, and all I could think - they found me. Did I ever tell you how I got here?"
And then- then she actually interrupts him the moment he starts to answer her question. "It's- It's working." She sounds stunned, the way she says it.
The pain - all of it, the pain from her foot and the bruises and the headache from the concussion - that's all fading, but what's more - what's so much more is that... well. She actually turns slightly to look up at him, and he's never seen her look like this - honestly, it's not likely he's ever seen someone look like this, so moved and almost overwhelmed. "My leg doesn't hurt." She breathes the words like she's in complete disbelief, because she is. She didn't even know what it felt like, anymore; she's been in constant, chronic pain for eight years, and for it to actually go away...
It was almost euphoric, and she was stunned - and didn't even know what to do with herself.
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It's weird, that it literally takes like nothing. It was like wet air, and she pulls in a breath, carefully closing the empty bottle. "I thought of both of you. And Jason." She paused. "And some other people, but I'm so glad I met you, and I didn't- I didn't want to just..." She doesn't say the word die, because she can't, and she sniffs once, rubbing away the few tears that have slipped free with her fingers. "It was horrible, and all I could think - they found me. Did I ever tell you how I got here?"
And then- then she actually interrupts him the moment he starts to answer her question. "It's- It's working." She sounds stunned, the way she says it.
The pain - all of it, the pain from her foot and the bruises and the headache from the concussion - that's all fading, but what's more - what's so much more is that... well. She actually turns slightly to look up at him, and he's never seen her look like this - honestly, it's not likely he's ever seen someone look like this, so moved and almost overwhelmed. "My leg doesn't hurt." She breathes the words like she's in complete disbelief, because she is. She didn't even know what it felt like, anymore; she's been in constant, chronic pain for eight years, and for it to actually go away...
It was almost euphoric, and she was stunned - and didn't even know what to do with herself.