[It's done now. There's no cure, no coming back from it unless by some miracle of magic. Poison lowers her arm from her face and sits up again, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
And she looks at him. Unflinching and unafraid she looks at his face and examines what she finds there. To many people, Carlisle would be beyond terrifying, but for her..?
She reaches out again, and she places her hand over the one curled tightly into the sheet. Her fingers curl over his knuckles, and she watches his expression steadily. He never really liked to be touched, but it feels suddenly important to do it.]
There's no cure. But that doesn't mean you can't decide what kind of person you want to be now.
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[It's done now. There's no cure, no coming back from it unless by some miracle of magic. Poison lowers her arm from her face and sits up again, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
And she looks at him. Unflinching and unafraid she looks at his face and examines what she finds there. To many people, Carlisle would be beyond terrifying, but for her..?
She reaches out again, and she places her hand over the one curled tightly into the sheet. Her fingers curl over his knuckles, and she watches his expression steadily. He never really liked to be touched, but it feels suddenly important to do it.]
There's no cure. But that doesn't mean you can't decide what kind of person you want to be now.