Oh, shit. "I didn't- I didn't mean to break it, I'm sorry-" Raleigh stammers the words, and she's cradling her hand against her shirt, but he just stumbles backwards and it's like he didn't hear her - of course he didn't hear her.
Of course.
Because she knew this, she knew what it was because she did the same thing, she did the same thing with Corrine and Les and Lara and Bach and she knows.
"I'm sorry," she says again as she stares down at the glass on the floor, and it hurts, everything hurts. Her hand, her leg is killing her, and her shirt's smeared with blood and she doesn't know how to get to him, she's got to get to him but-
Fuck it. She steps over the biggest pieces, as careful as possible, and even with her weight mostly on the table, her leg is screaming and she's got small pieces of glass in her feet but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because she can't leave him alone. "Spencer? Spencer, you're okay, I promise. It's Raleigh." She pulls out her phone and texts Joel - it's simple and short and she's trying not to cry and it hurts so much but this isn't about her.
She grips the shelf near him with white fingers and her leg has just given up the fucking ghost, it's shot for now and she uses the furniture to lower herself down so she's sitting next to him on the floor. She's hesitant to touch him, but she keeps speaking to him, reassuring him. "It's okay. It's okay, I broke the glass, I'm so sorry, he's gone. Joel's coming, he's gone." If he doesn't pull away - if he doesn't, she's wrapping her arm around him; if he does, she's still talking to him, still trying to have it sink in with soft words, her bloody hand cradled against her shirt. "You're safe now. I promise, you're safe now, I broke the glass, I'm so sorry."
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Of course.
Because she knew this, she knew what it was because she did the same thing, she did the same thing with Corrine and Les and Lara and Bach and she knows.
"I'm sorry," she says again as she stares down at the glass on the floor, and it hurts, everything hurts. Her hand, her leg is killing her, and her shirt's smeared with blood and she doesn't know how to get to him, she's got to get to him but-
Fuck it. She steps over the biggest pieces, as careful as possible, and even with her weight mostly on the table, her leg is screaming and she's got small pieces of glass in her feet but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because she can't leave him alone. "Spencer? Spencer, you're okay, I promise. It's Raleigh." She pulls out her phone and texts Joel - it's simple and short and she's trying not to cry and it hurts so much but this isn't about her.
She grips the shelf near him with white fingers and her leg has just given up the fucking ghost, it's shot for now and she uses the furniture to lower herself down so she's sitting next to him on the floor. She's hesitant to touch him, but she keeps speaking to him, reassuring him. "It's okay. It's okay, I broke the glass, I'm so sorry, he's gone. Joel's coming, he's gone." If he doesn't pull away - if he doesn't, she's wrapping her arm around him; if he does, she's still talking to him, still trying to have it sink in with soft words, her bloody hand cradled against her shirt. "You're safe now. I promise, you're safe now, I broke the glass, I'm so sorry."