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[wearingagun]

She hated the hospital. She hated the drugs and the smell and the nurses coming and going. She couldn't get any decent sleep because someone was constantly there to check her stitches or her blood pressure or her temperature. It took a couple days before they eased off on the narcotic drip and she could focus and stay awake. Watch the vid. Raley and Ochoa had been in, as had the Captain and it seemed like half the department. Her oom was full of flowers and balloons and well wishes. The department shrink had been in twice already and Kate knew she was going to have to talk to him at length eventually.

But for now she had a tray of clear liquids, coffee and broth and gelatin. She had the vid on some mindless program about interior design. The day was sunny and Kin City General buzzed with activity around her. It made it easy to think of anything other than being tied to the wall and nearly gutted. It made it easier to forget why she hurt so much right now with her bandaged ribs and her wrist in a cast. No, she didn't think about those things in the daylight. Those thoughts came at night.

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[twilek-knight.livejournal.com]

"I had no choice," she says again. Willing herself to believe it. To really believe it. "But I don't know how to make sense of it all. Maybe I don't want to. I just want it to be done, to be over and gone."

Sighing, she finally wipes her cheeks. Wanting to be done with the crying as well. "I know that's not possible, but I want it so badly."

[wearingagun.livejournal.com]

"It'll take time. That's what they keep telling me. We'll get through it together. I promise," she said softly, reaching up to brush away the trail of a tear.