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Camille Preaker ([personal profile] scrapdraught) wrote in [personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 04:49 pm (UTC)

CW: mentions of self-harm

Nothing you could use, then?

[Sure, the lack of painkillers or anaesthesia is more than alarming, but a few of these might be useful to a doctor. Tools of all kinds in here.

Camille's looking at a drawer a little ways away from him. She'd pulled it open innocuously and finds a treasure trove. Gleaming razor edges on cold, comforting steel. There's a slender scalpel, small enough to tuck into her palm. Small enough to go up her sleeve.

There's a rush of emotion from her. Urgency. Hurt, desperation, need. A yawning ache that flares to life as she eyes the metals. Her skin's been screaming at her these days.

Slowly, her fingers curl over the length of it. Push it along her wrist, snug in the cuff. Just one. Just in case. Quickly, now.]


Maybe we're looking in all the wrong places.

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