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Catherine led Sara into her house, walking into the kitchen and throwing her keys on the counter. Sara walked into the entryway and set her the bags containing her things down by the wall, looking around at the picture frames and paintings on the walls. "Wow, this is really big.." Sara observed, still looking around.
Catherine sighed, opening the fridge. "Well, it certainly didn't seem big enough when Lindsey was little."
Sara laughed. "Say...speaking of Lindsey, where is she?"
Catherine stood up, holding a water bottle in her hands and closing the refridgerator door. "She's at her friend's house, but she should be back later. Just be happy that you'll get to rest before she comes," Catherine said with a smile before taking a long sip from her water bottle. Setting it down, she screwed the cap back on and clapped her hands together. "Alright, take a seat on the couch."
Sara blinked, turning to look at her in confusion. "Um...what?"
"Take a seat on the couch."
"But...why?"
"Because I need to redress your injuries."
Sara finally remembered the nurse telling them that they would need to fix them that day and she sighed deeply, not really looking forward to it. "Oh...I see...alright," she said, walking into the living room and taking a seat in the middle of the couch.
Catherine walked into the bathroom and grabbed some bandages and other things. Walking into the living room, she set the items down on the coffee table and took a seat next to Sara. "Okay..." she said, a hand reaching for her forehead. "This might hurt a little.."
"It's okay," Sara told her.
Catherine nodded, slowly pulling at the small gauze positioned on her forehead over her stitches. Sara winced as it pulled on the wound and finally let out a hiss of pain as it was pulled off completely. "Sorry," Catherine said again, setting the bloodied gauze down on the table.
"Like I said, it's okay, don't worry about hurting me or this will never get done," Sara said with a small smile.
Catherine shot her a smile and nodded slowly, reaching for another gauze. Pressing it against her forehead, she reached down for some tape and ripped a piece off, taping the gauze in place. Catherine put the tape down and looked down at her. "Um...you're going to need to.." Catherine said, motioning to her shirt.
Sara sighed, slowly lifting her shirt up over her head. Setting it down on the couch next to her, she was left in a white tank top. Catherine spotted the other wound on her shoulder and slowly pulled the strap on the shirt down so she could get to it. Running her fingers over the wound, she winced. "This looks really bad," Catherine said quietly.
Sara looked up at her. "It's okay, it could have been a lot worse."
Catherine looked over at her. "I know, but..." She slowly pulled at the gauze. "You were the one who got hurt..."
"It's nothing, it's just a few scratches. Really, I'm okay."
Catherine just weakly nodded as she pulled the gauze off. The wound she uncovered did not look like 'just a scratch'. Slowly, she ran her fingers over the uncovered wound, stopping only when Sara winced. "Sorry!" Catherine apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you.." she said, looking down at the floor.
Sara smiled a little. "It's okay," she said. Looking down at the table, she handed her a fresh gauze and some tape. "So are you going to get this over with or just stare at it?" Sara asked with a smirk.
Catherine laughed a little, taking the gauze and tape from her. "Well, I suppose I could," Catherine said with a smile, placing the gauze over the wound and again taping it in place. Catherine looked above the wound and spotted the scar she had shown her earlier. Catherine had the strongest urge to touch it...her hand slowly moved toward it and hovered above it, not so sure if she should touch it or not.
"Catherine?" Sara asked. Catherine blinked, turning to her. "Are you okay?" she asked her.
Catherine nodded quickly. "Yeah, sorry, I was thinking about something.." she said quickly, turning to look at the supplies on the table. "Um...where are the other wounds?" she asked. She watched as Sara slowly lifted the tank top and turned her back to face Catherine. She looked down at her lower back, noting the bloodied and taped gauze.
"Okay.." Catherine said, pulling the gauze off and slowly redressing it. She looked up the rest of her back. There were more scars...and Catherine only wondered if they too were from her parents. Catherine found herself becoming angry. How could someone possibly do that to their own flesh and blood? Their own child?
"Cath?" Sara said. "You seem...distracted."
Catherine's hand slowly traced across her back. "There...are..more scars," Catherine said quietly.
Sara turned to Catherine, looking into her eyes. "Cath..are..you okay?" she asked.
"Yes, I...just don't understand...how someone could do that..to their own children," she whispered.
"Catherine, look at me," Sara said. Catherine slowly looked her in the eye. "Catherine, I'm here, I'm breathing. I'm alive."
"I...know," Catherine said. "How...can..you just...wave it aside?" she asked.
Sara sighed deeply, leaning back against the couch. "I can't," she said quietly. "And I don't. I...still think about it...I...still have nightmares. There are days...where..I can see them. I can hear them," Sara said, looking at the floor. Slowly, she turned her head to face Catherine. "But I don't want you to worry about it. It's my problem, alright?" she asked.
Catherine just nodded slowly. "Okay...um..I should finish dressing these wounds," Catherine said quickly. Sara turned her back to her once again and Catherine continued to dress her wounds. Once she was finished, she took the supplies back to the bathroom and walked into the living room once again. "Okay...you should go ahead and try to get some rest," Catherine told her. "Lindsey will be home in a few hours.."
Sara nodded slowly and layed down on the couch, closing her eyes as she got into a comfortable position. Catherine walked into the kitchen and took another swig of her water bottle, sighing deeply as she set it down again. She couldn't get those scars out of her mind...they were forever a reminder of her childhood, and even though Sara had told Catherine not to worry about it, she was.
She walked into the living room and looked over at the sleeping brunette on the couch. She was already fast asleep and Catherine walked over to a chair next to her, taking the blanket thrown over it and draping it over her sleeping form. Wrapping it around her, Catherine smiled down at her and slowly walked off.
