A voice pulls her out of her doze, one with a more familiar accent than Sara's. Melanie blinks her eyes back into focus, half-expecting to see someone she recognizes, even though the voice doesn't sound like any of her teachers or the soldiers she knew. Instead, she finds a strange man in strange clothes staring down at her. He looks at her like Sara did, worried for all the wrong reasons, and Melanie sits up with a start.
She's not hungry. It's back in its box, sleeping, and she knows this is the safest she's likely to be. But she can still smell how human he is, under the host of other, strange, animal-like scents. She should have hidden herself better.
"Yes, sir. But I'm okay." She knows she doesn't look okay, and she self-consciously rubs her arm over her chin. The blood's had too much time to dry, and it barely makes a difference.
She almost says, I don't need help, but that would be a lie. It's just that he doesn't look any more likely to give her the help she needs than Sara.
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Date: 2017-08-24 03:22 pm (UTC)From:She's not hungry. It's back in its box, sleeping, and she knows this is the safest she's likely to be. But she can still smell how human he is, under the host of other, strange, animal-like scents. She should have hidden herself better.
"Yes, sir. But I'm okay." She knows she doesn't look okay, and she self-consciously rubs her arm over her chin. The blood's had too much time to dry, and it barely makes a difference.
She almost says, I don't need help, but that would be a lie. It's just that he doesn't look any more likely to give her the help she needs than Sara.
She hopes Sara is okay.