06-11-2018, 12:30 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/possible tw: mentions of suicide methods in paragraph 1
When Marg didn’t offer acknowledgement within the first few moments, Rin’s mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion- it took her reminding herself that she couldn’t smell blood or death to stop herself from barging into the room. Biting her lip, she waited at the door, but ran through all of the possible scenarios in her head. If she did have to break in, and found Marg hanging from the ceiling, she would have to cut whatever was suspending her there and possibly administer CPR. If Marg were poisoned, then she would have to force feed her yarrow. Those were the two main methods that wouldn’t have spilled any blood, but she had to be ready for anything.
Thankfully, Margaery opened the door before Rin’s thoughts could go any further. ”I was just checking on you,” she answered softly, though she couldn’t miss the way that Marg’s eyes briefly shifted towards her neck. She should have brought some sort of blood that Marg could feed upon, since Marg was clearly starving. As Marg let her in, Rin stared at the blank walls, absorbing the other’s words without offering a reply immediately. “Alright time,” yeah, right. There was nothing alright about any of this. The question was how to approach the situation directly without being too callous.
Taking a deep breath, she silently wished for good luck, then turned to Margaery and said, ”I don’t intend to infringe on your privacy. If you don’t want to tell me what’s going on, that’s okay.” Perhaps just talking about what was plaguing her would be like reliving it, and Rin had no desire to force someone to remove their trauma- plus, even if Rin knew she would never tell another soul about what she learned from a patient, Marg didn’t know that for sure. Straightening up, she continued, ”But I want to help you, through whatever means necessary. And anything you do tell me, I won’t tell anyone else.”
When Marg didn’t offer acknowledgement within the first few moments, Rin’s mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion- it took her reminding herself that she couldn’t smell blood or death to stop herself from barging into the room. Biting her lip, she waited at the door, but ran through all of the possible scenarios in her head. If she did have to break in, and found Marg hanging from the ceiling, she would have to cut whatever was suspending her there and possibly administer CPR. If Marg were poisoned, then she would have to force feed her yarrow. Those were the two main methods that wouldn’t have spilled any blood, but she had to be ready for anything.
Thankfully, Margaery opened the door before Rin’s thoughts could go any further. ”I was just checking on you,” she answered softly, though she couldn’t miss the way that Marg’s eyes briefly shifted towards her neck. She should have brought some sort of blood that Marg could feed upon, since Marg was clearly starving. As Marg let her in, Rin stared at the blank walls, absorbing the other’s words without offering a reply immediately. “Alright time,” yeah, right. There was nothing alright about any of this. The question was how to approach the situation directly without being too callous.
Taking a deep breath, she silently wished for good luck, then turned to Margaery and said, ”I don’t intend to infringe on your privacy. If you don’t want to tell me what’s going on, that’s okay.” Perhaps just talking about what was plaguing her would be like reliving it, and Rin had no desire to force someone to remove their trauma- plus, even if Rin knew she would never tell another soul about what she learned from a patient, Marg didn’t know that for sure. Straightening up, she continued, ”But I want to help you, through whatever means necessary. And anything you do tell me, I won’t tell anyone else.”
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