Notes: Sorry I was gone again! The hospital wouldn't let me have a computer until they were sure I was okay. Yikes! But I'm back. I've missed you all, kind anons who read this. ------------
Her head was burning. She could feel it there, in the back of her mind, like fire. The fire was inside of her, within every nerve in her body, stemming from her brain. Why was there so much pain?
It was her own sobbing that woke Cathy up. Her head felt fine. It was that nightmare again, the one she’d had ever since the first night after waking up in Goodsprings. And it had been a long few since Goodsprings.
Both Boone and Charon looked at her, concern in their eyes. They’d been having a silent competition to see who could keep watch longer or some typical macho bullshit. Cathy didn’t care.
She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled over to Boone, who caught her before she tumbled to the ground and she turned to hide her face in his shirt as she cried. “Who am I and why does everything hurt?” she asked him.
He froze, his mind racing to find some way to react. What was she doing? All right, that wasn’t a bad question to ask. “What... are you doing?” he asked her.
“No... I’m sorry, Boone,” she said quietly.
He frowned. That wasn’t right, was it? She needed comforting. “I don’t know who you are. We only met a few days ago,” he said, trying again.
She nodded slowly. “Of course... just a few days. And just a little while before that, that’s when I was born,” she said.
“Born?” he asked, confused.
“Yes. I was born just a few days ago. I don’t know... a bullet to the head made me forget who I was, you see. So since I don’t know who was before me, I’m Cathy now... Charon doesn’t know either. He should. But he said I never told him my name. Now you don’t need a life story here, but I figured that since we were to be travelling together... I want you to know how it is.”
He just grunted, unsure of how to respond. She smiled in response, as if he’d provided her with a legitimate answer. “Good. Can I get words next time?”
He grunted again, and she wasn’t sure why she felt almost used to that as a response. It didn’t matter why. Something about the near-silence outside of battle made her feel comfortable and that was more than enough for her.
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[F!LW/F!Courier/Charon] Never Forget Who We Are [4/?]
Date: 2012-02-20 02:07 am (UTC)------------
Her head was burning. She could feel it there, in the back of her mind, like fire. The fire was inside of her, within every nerve in her body, stemming from her brain. Why was there so much pain?
It was her own sobbing that woke Cathy up. Her head felt fine. It was that nightmare again, the one she’d had ever since the first night after waking up in Goodsprings. And it had been a long few since Goodsprings.
Both Boone and Charon looked at her, concern in their eyes. They’d been having a silent competition to see who could keep watch longer or some typical macho bullshit. Cathy didn’t care.
She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled over to Boone, who caught her before she tumbled to the ground and she turned to hide her face in his shirt as she cried. “Who am I and why does everything hurt?” she asked him.
He froze, his mind racing to find some way to react. What was she doing? All right, that wasn’t a bad question to ask. “What... are you doing?” he asked her.
“No... I’m sorry, Boone,” she said quietly.
He frowned. That wasn’t right, was it? She needed comforting. “I don’t know who you are. We only met a few days ago,” he said, trying again.
She nodded slowly. “Of course... just a few days. And just a little while before that, that’s when I was born,” she said.
“Born?” he asked, confused.
“Yes. I was born just a few days ago. I don’t know... a bullet to the head made me forget who I was, you see. So since I don’t know who was before me, I’m Cathy now... Charon doesn’t know either. He should. But he said I never told him my name. Now you don’t need a life story here, but I figured that since we were to be travelling together... I want you to know how it is.”
He just grunted, unsure of how to respond. She smiled in response, as if he’d provided her with a legitimate answer. “Good. Can I get words next time?”
He grunted again, and she wasn’t sure why she felt almost used to that as a response. It didn’t matter why. Something about the near-silence outside of battle made her feel comfortable and that was more than enough for her.