I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.
Addie smiled at the exhausted man in front of her. Her nerves were frayed and it was beginning to take a toll on her mood. Despite how well she had been keeping her composure, it was rapidly becoming clear that this was the first time she'd been in a situation like this. However, she knew what people were capable of. With a heavy heart and a little fear in her eyes, she went about trying to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. It was a lost cause, she knew, but made her feel better regardless.
"Maybe, you should refrain from doing anything like that again." She lightened the mood with a laugh at the end, but it was clear she was serious. She knew enough about medicine to know he was in a bad way. "They don't look like they're in a very good mood and you might not survive it." The guards seemed tense and irritable, not how you want your captors to feel.
She leaned her head back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. The fear was bubbling up just under the surface of her psyche. What would become of her?