Reinette watched Jack leave, and allowed herself to release a slightly exasperated sigh. The man really was impossible.
"Where, Jack? Exactly would I run."
Not that he was there to answer. There was a moment, of course? A very brief moment at the height of her hurt and disappointment at Jack's refusal to remover her from the hospital that Reinette had considered running. In the only way open to her. In calling the doctors and nurses and guards back, and confirming that Jack was indeed upsetting her. They would have been effectively separated. And there was no way he could have returned her home.
It had been a fleeting thought, at best. Because she knew without doubt it would have emotionally severed whatever she and Jack had come to share. And she did not want that. So dutifully Reinette remained. Remained in a hospital and surrounded by doctors, her world and sense of self turned upside down.
They spoke and laughed and avoided now. Because neither wished to deal with the alternative. And that suited her.
More than the down.
Stripped of her dressing down Reinette noted how nearly all the bruises had faded from her skin. Only a few, faint lingering scars remained. She suspected they would always be there.
Placing the lose fitting cotton aside Reinette stepped into the gown, and zipped it up as best she could manage. The color was no less offensive on. To distract herself from it, she directed her attention to her hair.
Had Jack really intended for her to wear that wig?
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Date: 2010-07-06 10:10 pm (UTC)"Where, Jack? Exactly would I run."
Not that he was there to answer. There was a moment, of course? A very brief moment at the height of her hurt and disappointment at Jack's refusal to remover her from the hospital that Reinette had considered running. In the only way open to her. In calling the doctors and nurses and guards back, and confirming that Jack was indeed upsetting her. They would have been effectively separated. And there was no way he could have returned her home.
It had been a fleeting thought, at best. Because she knew without doubt it would have emotionally severed whatever she and Jack had come to share. And she did not want that. So dutifully Reinette remained. Remained in a hospital and surrounded by doctors, her world and sense of self turned upside down.
They spoke and laughed and avoided now. Because neither wished to deal with the alternative. And that suited her.
More than the down.
Stripped of her dressing down Reinette noted how nearly all the bruises had faded from her skin. Only a few, faint lingering scars remained. She suspected they would always be there.
Placing the lose fitting cotton aside Reinette stepped into the gown, and zipped it up as best she could manage. The color was no less offensive on. To distract herself from it, she directed her attention to her hair.
Had Jack really intended for her to wear that wig?