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She's leaving Tim Hortons with several cups of coffee in her hands, big black bags under her eyes, and blank expression on her face. She's not doing a great job at looking where she's going.
cara's awakening goes less well
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Right. The pool. The kidnapping. Her brilliant fucking plan.
She gestures vaguely at her closet, still not looking directly at Cara. "Take something. I don't care what. Just - cover yourself and go."
Her voice is flat, exhausted. The panic is fading into something worse - a hollow feeling in her chest.
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She heads towards the closet, looking for clothes.
"...Backlash is bad for your health, and you still have a lot of it", she says quietly, as she grabs some loose clothes that should fit her okay, and starts pulling them on.
"I know how fucking backlash works."
The words come out sharp, defensive. She can feel it building again already - that pressure behind her eyes, the way her thoughts want to splinter into a thousand different paths.
She doesn't need Cara's concern. Doesn't need her help. Doesn't need anything from the girl she just-
"Just go. I'll figure it out."
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"Okay. Sorry. Bye."
She slips out, walking towards the door of the girl Vera snapped at earlier. If she can borrow a phone and send a text -
The room still smells like vomit and sex and fear. Her mouth still tastes like Cara. Her head is starting to pound again, thoughts fracturing at the edges.
She needs to clean up. She needs an esper to guide with. She needs to figure out what the fuck she's going to do when Cara inevitably tells someone what happened.
She needs to
She needs
She puts her head in her hands and tries to breathe.
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She needs to go back.
She turns on her bare heels, walks back to Vera's room, and knocks once, hesitantly.
She looks up at the knock, disbelief and fury warring on her face.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
She doesn't get up from where she's sitting on the floor. Can't trust herself to move without doing something worse.
"I told you to leave."
She needs her to give her a hug.
"You just what?"
She drags herself to her feet, using the desk for support. Everything hurts. Her head is splitting, aura throbbing in her temples.
"You just thought you'd come back and - what? Check if I'm okay? Make sure I'm not going to off myself? Fucking gloat?"
Her voice cracks on the last word.
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What - "What? No! I'm sorry, I'm scared, I don't - I don't understand what's happening to my mind -"