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"Are.. Um.. Are you alright?"
That indeed was a difficult question to answer. The images of the passed night still tormented C.'s mind. Like a carousel of horror they kept repeating themselves. C. had made a habit of not poking at her mind too much, especially memories. Some things best be left alone. "Ff-innne" It was really hard to speak without hurting. Still she felt like she was supposed to elaborate. "Bbb-add mme-ddi-ca-tn. Acci-ddent." It was all C. could manage to say. Of course it was a lie. Maybe even Jason would be able to tell it was lie. She didn't care though. Jason was a patient as well. He knew that some things were better off not being talked about.
One good thing came out of this mess anyway. C. was thoroughly enjoying the milkshake she got for breakfast. The strawberry flavour and the added sugar definitely lightened her mood. It reminded her of her childhood. Happy days with her father. With her sister. The thoughts now immediately gave her goosebumps and the feeling her nails were plied from her fingers. Memories should be left alone.
That indeed was a difficult question to answer. The images of the passed night still tormented C.'s mind. Like a carousel of horror they kept repeating themselves. C. had made a habit of not poking at her mind too much, especially memories. Some things best be left alone. "Ff-innne" It was really hard to speak without hurting. Still she felt like she was supposed to elaborate. "Bbb-add mme-ddi-ca-tn. Acci-ddent." It was all C. could manage to say. Of course it was a lie. Maybe even Jason would be able to tell it was lie. She didn't care though. Jason was a patient as well. He knew that some things were better off not being talked about.
One good thing came out of this mess anyway. C. was thoroughly enjoying the milkshake she got for breakfast. The strawberry flavour and the added sugar definitely lightened her mood. It reminded her of her childhood. Happy days with her father. With her sister. The thoughts now immediately gave her goosebumps and the feeling her nails were plied from her fingers. Memories should be left alone.
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