I did a thing.
I don't know how I feel about the thing.
How do you feel about the thing?
Cause I already have too many things on the go but I like this thing.
Please tell me what you think about the thing. Because what you people think of the thing will determine if I continue the thing.
She looked small.
That was the first thing that crossed his mind.
Wrapped in a towel, hair still wet and hanging freely, she seemed to shrink into the white fabric, her cheekbones standing stark and face pale, she looked exactly like a forlorn and dirty doll that had been left in the dirt by a vengeful child.
What was worse was her eyes though.
A chill shot down his spine and settled their when he caught sight of her eyes.
There was nothing left of the warm, intelligent and caring glow.
No.
The brown eyes that stared at nothing only held a lost nothingness.
The empty hum of the woman's locker room echoed in his ears. He ignored Traci from where she stood before Andy and found himself studying the woman he loved.
Something caught inside his throat as he tried to look away.
"How long … ?" he started, voice hushed as he tried to force sound around the lump in his throat. All noise seemed to be absorbed by the sombreness in the air.
"Has she been like this?" Gail responded. "Since Traci found her fifteen minutes ago. She hasn't said a word."
This finally was enough to jar Sam's senses and he glanced over at the icy blonde. She quirked an eyebrow at him and shrugged, but he could see the very real fear and concern in her gaze.
"Andy?" Traci tried again softly from where she was crouched before her silent and absent friend. Sam held his breath as he waited for something; anything. There wasn't any reaction. Andy simply blinked once slowly and a small frown creased her face.
Something sick settled in Sam's stomach.
The feeling only intensified when Traci reached out to touch Andy's arm and the reaction was instantaneous; Andy jerked backwards as if the touch burned, screwing her eyes shut and pulling her knees to her chest in order to become the smallest shape possible.
But when she wrapped her arms around her legs to curl further inward, Sam's entire body jerked in horrified surprise as his eyes latched onto the gauze wrapped around the arm that was previously obscured from his view. And the crimson stain slowly marring the crisp white fabric around her wrist.