Snippet #2196693

Sadie was still for such a long time, that the staff had taken note. Had she gone comatose? No. She jumped when she was touched, sliding out of the armchair, pressing her back to the wall when approached. The nurse in question backed off, assuming that she was just tired or over-medicated. She was a little of both, but that wasn't the cause for her rigid sitting position. The note was still clutched in her hand as she looked around the sitting room, examining everyone. People watching. Some just were chit chatting, like they were normal or something. Some sat, looking angry and dejected. Some were crawling around, giving off the same sort of vibe that Lacross always did. Sadie peered at their small gathering, then looked at the note again, before tucking it into her pocket. She slowly approached, not quite sure how to handle herself. What if they hated her? She paused for a few moments, then just decided to go with it. She had been through enough the past few days to know that there wasn't much worse that could happen.

Slowly, she got closer to the back corner, her eyes wide and examining everyone, but not really judging. They didn't seem terribly hostile, but she still didn't feel in place. Sadie said nothing, just sunk down against the nearest wall, her knees tucked towards her chest and her big, dark eyes ever watching anyone or anything that passed. Here, she would hopefully be left alone. Jesse was wailing his lungs out in solitary, and the doctors seemed to have forgotten about her again. She really was forgettable, wasn't she? This didn't phase her. What phased her, was the sight of the tall girl. Tall, tan, and Sadie had seen her with Jesse a few days back. She looked at her for a few moments, her expression sour, but didn't make a move to speak to her. Sadie didn't know if Jesse had been as much of a creep towards her as he had towards herself. Why did she get such an uncomfortable feeling from her?

This was from the same person who hid from Lacross during their first meeting, but she digressed. Sadie just didn't like new or different people at first. She ducked her head, resting her forehead on her raised legs and wrapping her arms around herself. She practically looked ready to hide under a desk for a bomb to go off. In reality, she was just tired and wanted to be left be. Maybe the next few days would just melt away.