Fic: I Think You Worried for Me Then... Rating: T (Language, Violence)cybermathwitchAugust 6 2012, 00:53:28 UTC
"Well, well, well. You're a mess, aren't you?" he whispers and she can feel his voice slither through her mind even before the tip of the spear touches her chest and she freezes.
Cold.
Ice.
She feels it moving through her body from her heart outward, creeping into everything she has, everything she is. She flashes back on ice-cold metal tables, hospital gowns that are too thin to hold any heat, and the cold prick of needles sliding into her skin. It feels like hundreds of those moments all at once, her nightmares rushing up to meet her and even as she's slipping away under the ice and into cold water, she's chanting a litany "not again not again not again" under her breath.
Cold.
Ice.
She feels it moving through her body from her heart outward, creeping into everything she has, everything she is. She flashes back on ice-cold metal tables, hospital gowns that are too thin to hold any heat, and the cold prick of needles sliding into her skin. It feels like hundreds of those moments all at once, her nightmares rushing up to meet her and even as she's slipping away under the ice and into cold water, she's chanting a litany "not again not again not again" under her breath.
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