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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (18/?)
Date: 2016-03-18 02:11 pm (UTC)“What’s your name?” the woman asks, rubs dirt off Birdy’s cheek. Birdy leans into the touch, whimpers. Holds her baby closer. The baby whimpers too, and she bounces her.
She opens her mouth, but her name catches in her throat.
“I’m escaping,” she says, instead. Give herself time to think of a name. Think of which name to call herself, whether to use the one the Boss gave her, or a new name entirely. “They hurt me, and they-” She lifts her baby, indicates her existence.
“You poor dear,” the woman says, but doesn’t move aside. “I’ll go get the doctor. You sit right here. What’s your name?” She leans in, nods her head the tiniest bit, makes it clear she didn’t miss Birdy’s deflection.
“Birdy,” she finally manages, sees the Boss’s grin, the way she ducked her head and laughed and looked at Siri like she meant what she said in an entirely different way than she explained it.
“Birdy,” the woman nods, smiles. “Well, you stay right here, Birdy, and I’ll bring the doctor to you.”
So she sits on the woman’s chair while the woman disappears down main street, to a scummy wooden shack on the other end of town. She comes back with a squat old lady, her hair tied back in a bun, more wrinkles on her face than on a molerat’s backside.
“Where are you from, dear?” the doctor asks Birdy, gently takes her baby from her arms. Unwraps the baby, looks her over, swaddles her and hands her back.
“Town east,” Birdy mush-mouths. “They-” and she hefts her baby again, lets the words choke in her throat.
“Oh, oh, dear.” The doctor pats her face, her shoulders, wipes away the tears she’s conjured up. “Come back to me clinic, and I’ll help you, alright?”
The doctor sits her on a gurney, offers soft smiles and half-assed jokes as she checks her over--presses a stethoscope to her chest, has her breathe; taps her knees with a small hammer, has her open her mouth; looks at her eyes and her ears.
“You’re in very good health, Birdy,” the doctors tells her. “And so is your baby.” She sets down her tools and pulls over the rolly chair at the desk. “Now, why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“They, they forced me, and I--” she tears up again, curls her arms around herself and away from her baby.
“Oh, dear.” The doctor stands again, pats Birdy’s cheek. “We have a place for you here. Here you’ll be safe.”
“Thank you,” Birdy squeaks. “Thank you so much.” Tries not to think about Lucinda and Runner and Siri back in camp, Lucinda sharpening her machete, Runner cooing to the baby, Siri sorting through her bag to see if there's anything she can reasonably send along to help.
“Here, why don't we go get you some food. I’ll tell Jess out on the road you’re good here, once we get you fed.”