"No, no, no-" She tries to stop him as he apologises. "Everything's fine, I broke the glass by accident, everything's okay, Spencer, I promise-" Her voice catches, because it kills her to see him like this, this mindless panic that she's felt, that she's felt so much and she has to do something but she can't because she doesn't know what to do.
"It's not that deep, I'm okay, I promise, okay?" She's trying desperately to reassure him, and he gets up and she can't, she can't get up, she knows it, but she's got to try. Her hand digs into the chair near them, pushing herself half up with her good hand. "Spencer- Spencer, it's okay. There's no glass in my hand, it'll be okay, and- Oh, sweetheart-"
That's when he says that Joel could get hurt, and her face crumples. She's hurting, and she's scared, she's terrified she's going to hurt him more, she hates herself for the accident-- but she's still there, she's there and she's got to do something. Her accent's thick and it's because of the stress, the stress and fear that's got her all Tennessee, and she prays that Joel comes faster. Sooner.
"He's not going to get hurt, I promise you. I just broke the glass, Spencer, I knocked it down because I was clumsy, I'm sorry. He won't get hurt, he'll help, but just- the floor's got glass, you have to be careful-" She doesn't want him touching it, not now, not with how he is. "Can you come help me?" It's all she can think of. "My leg's messed up - I overdid it, and I just- If you could help me, then I'd be okay." Anything to get him away from the glass, anything to get him calm, or thinking about anything but the blood on the floor. "Please?"
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"It's not that deep, I'm okay, I promise, okay?" She's trying desperately to reassure him, and he gets up and she can't, she can't get up, she knows it, but she's got to try. Her hand digs into the chair near them, pushing herself half up with her good hand. "Spencer- Spencer, it's okay. There's no glass in my hand, it'll be okay, and- Oh, sweetheart-"
That's when he says that Joel could get hurt, and her face crumples. She's hurting, and she's scared, she's terrified she's going to hurt him more, she hates herself for the accident-- but she's still there, she's there and she's got to do something. Her accent's thick and it's because of the stress, the stress and fear that's got her all Tennessee, and she prays that Joel comes faster. Sooner.
"He's not going to get hurt, I promise you. I just broke the glass, Spencer, I knocked it down because I was clumsy, I'm sorry. He won't get hurt, he'll help, but just- the floor's got glass, you have to be careful-" She doesn't want him touching it, not now, not with how he is. "Can you come help me?" It's all she can think of. "My leg's messed up - I overdid it, and I just- If you could help me, then I'd be okay." Anything to get him away from the glass, anything to get him calm, or thinking about anything but the blood on the floor. "Please?"