Her words to Cas are still playing through her mind.
Face still stinging a little like she lit the open cuts on fire by washing them. As if that mattered at all to the pain everywhere. The purpling bruise around her throat. The worrying way part of her chest hurts with every breath. She should see someone, but she refuses to let anyone see her. ( But she can't fix any of that (yet?), so instead, she's busy being fucking pissed at the fact Rennaissance Reject World doesn't have the kind of makeup she needs to even begin trying to cover something this.
She has all the training and experience in the world,
ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Her words to Cas are still playing through her mind.
Face still stinging a little like she lit the open cuts on fire by washing them. As if that mattered at all to the pain everywhere. The purpling bruise around her throat. The worrying way part of her chest hurts with every breath. She should see someone, but she refuses to let anyone see her. ( But she can't fix any of that (yet?), so instead, she's busy being fucking pissed at the fact Rennaissance Reject World doesn't have the kind of makeup she needs to even begin trying to cover something this.
She has all the training and experience in the world,
and this place doesn't have shit she can use.