For 271 - prompt: happen
28. Lost
Rei doesn't have time to grieve.
She can't even cry over her lost legs, the numbness under her guts. She has too many appointments to grieve.
She has too much pain to even have time.
It's not as if she's only broken her legs after all. Her chest hurts, her back hurts, she can't go to the bathroom by herself.
There is no time to mourn or be angry, not with her brother around. He does it for her. He resents it for her, tries to fix it for her.
And that is what upsets her the most.
And that, when they're alone, is what she yells at him for, later and later. And he takes it, looks like a broken, fallen apart husk and takes it.
It would be easier to throw it all at him, to hate him.
But what good has hatred ever given her?
Catharsis, she thinks, and hates into her pillow.