[ Though Rose is unsure of how she'd gotten to house one after waking up, she's here now. Somewhere, she thinks, she stumbled into hers and Newt's room and made a beeline for the window. Why? The window, the window is about the only thing that she can seem to focus on. There's still a certain sort of grogginess and mental disarray from too much time unconscious. Being nearly asphyxiated by plants probably didn't help matters either.
It's practically painful to breathe; her mind seems centered on that ( and the window ) instead of the dull ache in her wrist. That, however, is quickly charging to the forefront of her mind. Why did it hurt so much again? Ah, that's right, the little girl. It was something to do with her, wasn't it? What a bitch, she mentally scoffs as her good hand raises up to gingerly press against the discoloration forming around her neck. Her other arm lifts up to reach for the windowsill - why the window, she keeps asking herself - only to see that where her hand should be is a bloody, jagged stump. For a eerily silent moment, she just stares at with an odd impassiveness.
Oh.
The realization hits her like a sledgehammer as pain flares through her arm and racks her body. Her legs buckle and she falls forward harshly; her good hand drops from her neck to slam down onto the windowsill and catch herself before she completely collapses. Everything becomes a dizzy mess again. She screeches from the pain, begins to hyperventilate loudly. There's a great cacophony of thoughts all at once as tears well up in her eyes - they cut off my hand, oh god it hurts, I deserve this, I think I'm gonna' be si -
A wave of nausea overtakes any other thought processes and a horrible retching sound fills the air as she leans out the window. Ah. Yes. That's why she needed to get to the window. It all makes sense now. She only wishes everything else did. The woman shakes like a leaf; her sobs are deep and loud and absolutely heart-wrenching. What have I done? Why didn't I just listen? crosses her mind more than once.
Eventually her crying slows and the worry of vomiting again passes. She slumps against the window frame before flipping pathetically onto her back to lean against the wall. There's still a harsh shake to her body, still tears rolling down her face as she grasps her wrist with a grimace.
But she feels... better. Everything is coming into focus and there's more clarity now that she's worked through the initial shock and pain. There's also, she can now see, Newt.
- Shit. Had he been here the whole time? ]
H-hey. [ Her voice cracks and the word followed by a long sniffle but it's... better than nothing. ] What's, uh. Wh-what's up?
[...so this is one of the things that Newt didn't expect when he was chilling out on the bottom bunk and flicking through the tablet.
He watches as Rosie stumbles to the window, stares at the place where her hand should be what the hell and is sick and sobbing and shaking against the wall, and can only stare himself for a long minute, feeling pretty sick also. But then she actually seems to realize he's there aaaaaaaand...yeah. That's a thing.]
Uh....not much? [his voice sounds cracked and strangled, and he's looking a bit green himself] Other than, y'know, your hand being gone.
[ Is there puke on her shirt? ... Man, she hopes not. Talk about making this situation even more awkward.
Her gaze is not actually on him but like she's looking beyond him. Unfocused. Cold chills clashing with the fire in arm send chills through her body. ]
Yeah, that uhm. I... made some bad choices. [ Rosie, that is what a teenager who was driving under the influence says to their parents after getting pulled over. Not someone who is missing their god damn hand.
There's a quiet heave as the realization all over again makes her sick. With a hard swallow, she manages to keep the contents of her stomach. The woman lets out a shaky exhale. ]
I should probably see someone, huh? A healer or. Doctor person.
[ But even as she says it, she knows she won't do any such thing. The reason? She can't trust them not to blab. That begs the question: can she trust Newt? ]
Don't tell anyone, please. I'll explain, I just. Need to figure this out.
You need to get to a healer, like, yesterday! Or whenever this happened! [Newt is not super great at this whole "remaining calm" thing]
Don't tell anyone? Like who? [he's still pretty pale as he shakily pushes himself to his feet from the bed where he was sitting] C'mon, we really need to get you to a doctor first thing--
... says the lady that threw up out their window over the same thing no less than two minutes ago. ]
Like Wade. Especially Wade. Wade can't know.
[ It's said almost like a threat though there isn't... much weight behind it considering she's a shaky sick mess. ]
It happened. I don't know when. A few hours ago? They choked me out, so. [ She pushes herself up, steadying herself carefully. ] I'll get to a healer. You... stay here. Make sure the coast is clear and no one else saw me, okay?
What the--wait, why not? Who choked you out? Why am I not telling Wade? Rosie, you are seriously hurt! [his voice is rising up the octave and cracking, because he's kind of starting to freak out over here]
[ Said as if that totally, one hundred percent explains everything. ]
Yeah, yeah, I realize - I just. Let me think. [ The excruciating pain is making just a little difficult to concentrate. The woman is hard pressed to say anything more about the vines, her hand, her deal gone south with Yao. If Newt didn't know what exactly had happened, he couldn't tell the others. ]
I'm gonna'. I'm gonna' go. I swear I'll explain as soon as I figure it all out myself.
[ Now, she pushes herself off the wall with what little strength she has and staggers towards the door. She's surprisingly swift for a lady that just lost a body part. ]
Rosie, wait--![Newt isn't nearly as fast as she is--there's no way, even scrambling after her as he is. By the time he gets to the door of the bedroom, she's gone. He stares after her a moment, breathing hard.
What should he do? She said not to tell Wade, and it must be for a good reason, right? And yet...it just doesn't settle right with Newt. Wade is the first person he thinks of going to and telling. He waffles for a moment, standing in the doorway, chewing on his lip...before turning towards the other bedrooms in the house]
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It's practically painful to breathe; her mind seems centered on that ( and the window ) instead of the dull ache in her wrist. That, however, is quickly charging to the forefront of her mind. Why did it hurt so much again? Ah, that's right, the little girl. It was something to do with her, wasn't it? What a bitch, she mentally scoffs as her good hand raises up to gingerly press against the discoloration forming around her neck. Her other arm lifts up to reach for the windowsill - why the window, she keeps asking herself - only to see that where her hand should be is a bloody, jagged stump. For a eerily silent moment, she just stares at with an odd impassiveness.
Oh.
The realization hits her like a sledgehammer as pain flares through her arm and racks her body. Her legs buckle and she falls forward harshly; her good hand drops from her neck to slam down onto the windowsill and catch herself before she completely collapses. Everything becomes a dizzy mess again. She screeches from the pain, begins to hyperventilate loudly. There's a great cacophony of thoughts all at once as tears well up in her eyes - they cut off my hand, oh god it hurts, I deserve this, I think I'm gonna' be si -
A wave of nausea overtakes any other thought processes and a horrible retching sound fills the air as she leans out the window. Ah. Yes. That's why she needed to get to the window. It all makes sense now. She only wishes everything else did. The woman shakes like a leaf; her sobs are deep and loud and absolutely heart-wrenching. What have I done? Why didn't I just listen? crosses her mind more than once.
Eventually her crying slows and the worry of vomiting again passes. She slumps against the window frame before flipping pathetically onto her back to lean against the wall. There's still a harsh shake to her body, still tears rolling down her face as she grasps her wrist with a grimace.
But she feels... better. Everything is coming into focus and there's more clarity now that she's worked through the initial shock and pain. There's also, she can now see, Newt.
- Shit. Had he been here the whole time? ]
H-hey. [ Her voice cracks and the word followed by a long sniffle but it's... better than nothing. ] What's, uh. Wh-what's up?
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He watches as Rosie stumbles to the window, stares at the place where her hand should be what the hell and is sick and sobbing and shaking against the wall, and can only stare himself for a long minute, feeling pretty sick also. But then she actually seems to realize he's there aaaaaaaand...yeah. That's a thing.]
Uh....not much? [his voice sounds cracked and strangled, and he's looking a bit green himself] Other than, y'know, your hand being gone.
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Her gaze is not actually on him but like she's looking beyond him. Unfocused. Cold chills clashing with the fire in arm send chills through her body. ]
Yeah, that uhm. I... made some bad choices. [ Rosie, that is what a teenager who was driving under the influence says to their parents after getting pulled over. Not someone who is missing their god damn hand.
There's a quiet heave as the realization all over again makes her sick. With a hard swallow, she manages to keep the contents of her stomach. The woman lets out a shaky exhale. ]
I should probably see someone, huh? A healer or. Doctor person.
[ But even as she says it, she knows she won't do any such thing. The reason? She can't trust them not to blab. That begs the question: can she trust Newt? ]
Don't tell anyone, please. I'll explain, I just. Need to figure this out.
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Don't tell anyone? Like who? [he's still pretty pale as he shakily pushes himself to his feet from the bed where he was sitting] C'mon, we really need to get you to a doctor first thing--
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... says the lady that threw up out their window over the same thing no less than two minutes ago. ]
Like Wade. Especially Wade. Wade can't know.
[ It's said almost like a threat though there isn't... much weight behind it considering she's a shaky sick mess. ]
It happened. I don't know when. A few hours ago? They choked me out, so. [ She pushes herself up, steadying herself carefully. ] I'll get to a healer. You... stay here. Make sure the coast is clear and no one else saw me, okay?
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[ Said as if that totally, one hundred percent explains everything. ]
Yeah, yeah, I realize - I just. Let me think. [ The excruciating pain is making just a little difficult to concentrate. The woman is hard pressed to say anything more about the vines, her hand, her deal gone south with Yao. If Newt didn't know what exactly had happened, he couldn't tell the others. ]
I'm gonna'. I'm gonna' go. I swear I'll explain as soon as I figure it all out myself.
[ Now, she pushes herself off the wall with what little strength she has and staggers towards the door. She's surprisingly swift for a lady that just lost a body part. ]
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What should he do? She said not to tell Wade, and it must be for a good reason, right? And yet...it just doesn't settle right with Newt. Wade is the first person he thinks of going to and telling. He waffles for a moment, standing in the doorway, chewing on his lip...before turning towards the other bedrooms in the house]
Wade--!