[ It only bothers her a little that Lydia went in to see Stiles first. What upset her more was the reason he was there. Charlie had been on her way to the saloon to do something about the school lunches, even though she really should be giving her fucking arm a rest when she heard Lydia's scream and she knew exactly what it meant so she ran, followed Lydia to the clinic and then...
Well. It was a fine time for her PTSD to kick in. She'd had a mild flashback, probably from the stress, and it suddenly was The Shop superimposed over the clinic for a couple minutes. Logically, she knew where she was, but sometimes those fears and memories were hard to pull herself out of.
She's fine by the time Lydia leaves, seated on a chair inside near his room and listening to what the doctors say about his condition.
She prays he's not upset with her when she finally does enter the room though why he would be is anyone's guess. He's asleep when she enters the room so she curls herself into the nearest chair after pulling it over so she can hold his hand. Eventually, however, she drifts off, her head resting on the mattress and her hand still lightly grasping his.
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Well. It was a fine time for her PTSD to kick in. She'd had a mild flashback, probably from the stress, and it suddenly was The Shop superimposed over the clinic for a couple minutes. Logically, she knew where she was, but sometimes those fears and memories were hard to pull herself out of.
She's fine by the time Lydia leaves, seated on a chair inside near his room and listening to what the doctors say about his condition.
She prays he's not upset with her when she finally does enter the room though why he would be is anyone's guess. He's asleep when she enters the room so she curls herself into the nearest chair after pulling it over so she can hold his hand. Eventually, however, she drifts off, her head resting on the mattress and her hand still lightly grasping his.