[ She can already picture it. The sort of madness she might look like right now. She hasn't even gotten to look at herself in the mirror, dreading how frazzled her hair must be. She can already feel it in her eyes, how tired and wild they are.
Sighing, her fingers tangle together, squeezing and rubbing at her palms, like she's trying to sense something from the motions. ]
I'll be fine though. [ No, she won't. But she leans against the wall instead of sitting. Because she still isn't sure if she should be running. ] Are you a patient here?
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[ She can already picture it. The sort of madness she might look like right now. She hasn't even gotten to look at herself in the mirror, dreading how frazzled her hair must be. She can already feel it in her eyes, how tired and wild they are.
Sighing, her fingers tangle together, squeezing and rubbing at her palms, like she's trying to sense something from the motions. ]
I'll be fine though. [ No, she won't. But she leans against the wall instead of sitting. Because she still isn't sure if she should be running. ] Are you a patient here?