Snippet #2073176

Sadie blinked a few times, caught off guard by the bubbly behavior that was coming from the usually calm, sullen Lacross. What had gotten into him? She stared at him for a moment, managing a weak half smile, waiting patiently for him to calm down. It was so bizarre, but it didn't bother her. If anything, it sort of helped. Being dragged out of her room, forced back into the community, and seeing that the world still spun when she wasn't around...it helped. Knowing that she wasn't totally useless. That people recognized her. Acknowledged her. Sadie looked downward when Lacross settled down in front of her. She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head slowly. He really was a piece of work, wasn't he? She wondered if this was the real him, if there was a real him, or if it was just a stage. Either way, she didn't mind it. It was nice to see someone else happy in this place for once. She could hear the others snicker, and make remarks, and a sharp turn of her head let her examine the culprits.

Sadie wasn't confrontational. But she made note to snub them should they ever intent on coming near her. She stuck her chin up like the spoiled child she was supposed to be, then turned her attention back to Molly and Lacross. The two that didn't just stare at her like she was a shell. A dead shell. She had feelings. They were just...blocked. She clucked her tongue, then in a swift movement, perched herself closer to Lacross. Her head tilted to look at Molly, her hands lingering on Lacross' back. She lightly stroked him like he was a dog, leaning into him and pursing her lips. She was in no mood to explain things, and he was in no state of mind for deep conversation. It fit. She cringed under the stare of the nurse who had brought her in here. She shook her head quickly, little droplets of water flying off of her hair.