[She can barely breathe where she's crumpled, curled up on the floor just trying to think past the searing throb along her side where she'd been in contact with him. This time it felt as though she'd been burned, it didn't fade as fast- if it would fade at all. As soon as she drags herself a few feet away the heat abates. The throbbing slows. Stills. Stops.]
...fuck.
[That had been the singularly most painful experience of her life that she can recall. Being shot wasn't so enduring. Bleeding out left her cold. That had been...
She'd rather not think about it anymore. Scrapes herself to her feet and resumes dragging ice from the kitchen to Rick's bathroom, filling the tub. It hurts to get close enough to throw it in, but. It's only ever for a few seconds. She shoves her hands under the cold tap water every time for some kind of relief. Pulls a chair in to sit several feet away, stripped down to her undershirt and sweating while he soaks in the tub. A small bowl of ice and water full of rags for her. Him. Whoever needs them.]
[action] June 11th
...fuck.
[That had been the singularly most painful experience of her life that she can recall. Being shot wasn't so enduring. Bleeding out left her cold. That had been...
She'd rather not think about it anymore. Scrapes herself to her feet and resumes dragging ice from the kitchen to Rick's bathroom, filling the tub. It hurts to get close enough to throw it in, but. It's only ever for a few seconds. She shoves her hands under the cold tap water every time for some kind of relief. Pulls a chair in to sit several feet away, stripped down to her undershirt and sweating while he soaks in the tub. A small bowl of ice and water full of rags for her. Him. Whoever needs them.]
...has this. Helped?