“Talk,” she says warmly. That one she definitely knows. It means about fifteen different things when she says it, but she’s beginning to be able to make herself understood at least.
“Killed.” Of course that’s the word she lands on there, Misty. It’s Taylor. She touches her own stomach, feeling the odd line there, hidden under her shirt, where she knows something was wrong. Is wrong? Maybe.
Taylor frowns at the cover, tilting her head, and then gestures up, pointing at the overhead light with her whole hand. "Light. Light kill." And then she lets her hand fall with some force to the sofa cushion. "Water."
Taylor huffs quietly, and scrubs her hand over her face.
"Taylor," she says firmly, holding up her hand, palm to Misty. "Taylor. Light," comes with a tap beside her eyes, and then she stares hard at her palm. "Light kill Taylor, Taylor..." And she lets her hand fall hard back to the sofa again. "Taylor water. Water." Patting the sofa cushion.
She flutters her hand - she hears 'sorry' a lot, but no one's gotten what it means into her yet.
She touches her stomach again, pressing her whole forearm against it. "Taylor," she says, gesturing upwards. And then presses her lips together, gesturing down.
She looks around, and seizes on one of the magazines that always seem to be in here. There's a picture of a man on the cover, and she tears the cover off hastily, then tears it in half. Right across the middle. Throws the lower half away, and hands Misty the upper half, with the man's body from the waist up.
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But the perkiness is strained - and after a moment, it fades.
"It must be killing you to be like this. Or, it would have killed you to be like this."
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The pulling feeling was organs sliding out
She pulls her fingers across her waist, from one side to the other, wrapping around to the back.
"Water," she adds, eyes creased as she tries to chase the fragment. "Hh... Light, water."
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She picks up the DVD, holding it out.
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"Taylor," she says firmly, holding up her hand, palm to Misty. "Taylor. Light," comes with a tap beside her eyes, and then she stares hard at her palm. "Light kill Taylor, Taylor..." And she lets her hand fall hard back to the sofa again. "Taylor water. Water." Patting the sofa cushion.
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She touches her stomach again, pressing her whole forearm against it. "Taylor," she says, gesturing upwards. And then presses her lips together, gesturing down.
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She gestures at Taylor's stomach.
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