[Okay. Good. Yes, she remembers this, too — get up, Parker; keep moving, Parker; chew and swallow, Parker. Simple commands made things easier because at least you knew what to do with them. You didn't have to think, you just...
Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
Carefully, quickly, she looks him over, like she's afraid she'll find blood or a wound on him, somehow, or scars that aren't supposed to be there. But there's nothing, really, or at least nothing she can spot, which means that all the scars are on the inside.
The worst part is that she can't even make herself tell him that it's going to be okay, because it's not and they both know it and she hates lying to him.]
It's warm outside.
[Somehow, she thinks she's supposed to say something other than that, anything but that, but she doesn't know what it is.]
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Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
Carefully, quickly, she looks him over, like she's afraid she'll find blood or a wound on him, somehow, or scars that aren't supposed to be there. But there's nothing, really, or at least nothing she can spot, which means that all the scars are on the inside.
The worst part is that she can't even make herself tell him that it's going to be okay, because it's not and they both know it and she hates lying to him.]
It's warm outside.
[Somehow, she thinks she's supposed to say something other than that, anything but that, but she doesn't know what it is.]
We can go appreciate the sky.