Snippet #2442554

"Nice name. My mother said I'd be here for as long as it took to 'get better'. In other words she's having me caged up until my family's happy to have me out in public." She kept trying to focus on Sarah a bit more, with no success. The palms of her hands began to heat up in her pockets, and it started to pass up through her arms to the rest of her body, as if someone had set her on fire. "Peeking in on the guys, huh? We have a rebel on our hands." Her eyes shifted and followed what she could only see as a shadow on the wall, the first attendant she had seen properly since her arrival... And they were heading into her room. Great. As if she didn't already feel insecure around here, without people poking into her room. She guessed that it was to be expected. They weren't just being babysat, they were being inspected every moment of every day. That thought only made Georgina feel worse.

Georgina brought one hand out of her pockets, scratching the back of her head lightly as the conversation fell into silence. Her gaze hit the floor, which didn't help at all. Through Georgina's eyes, the floor looked as if it were getting closer, then moving further away, constantly. She felt like she had to be sick again. Sarah's words helped her to snap back into reality, if even for a moment. The feeling of nausea disappeared as she spoke. "It sounds better than being in my room for another day. Let's go." She started for the exit, hoping that she could get out into the garden before that sick feeling appeared again.