[ 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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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.
action;
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--
action;
... 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?
action;
action;
[ 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. ]
action;
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--!