[ Laura glances over her shoulder when David does, her own face turning into a grimace. Her first instinct is to fight, and the backs of her hands itch but — there's no need to fight unless she has to. These people are innocent, Laura thinks. So she turns back to David and nods, gripping his hand tightly as they start to move. She glances over her shoulder again as they walk, her free hand curling into a fist. ]
She is not slowing down.
[ And the nurse isn't. In fact, she's speeding up, and there's something about this that sets Laura so on edge that it feels like something is crawling up her spine, down her arm. Her feet itch now, too, and Laura knows, suddenly, what she can do, why it feels like something under her skin is humming. She can protect them both, if she has to.
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She is not slowing down.
[ And the nurse isn't. In fact, she's speeding up, and there's something about this that sets Laura so on edge that it feels like something is crawling up her spine, down her arm. Her feet itch now, too, and Laura knows, suddenly, what she can do, why it feels like something under her skin is humming. She can protect them both, if she has to.
She doesn't want to have to. ]