"Darling, there's nothing simple about my muscular system."
"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that if you want to. At least I know that there isn't anything spectacular with it, everybody has bodies and that's it - what's interesting is what's inside, the mind."
If Dominique now had been interested in only how he and others looked, why would she have dumped him? No, things like that didn't matter at all. Well of course she could admit that she preferred people taking care of themselves, not being too large or to small, but that was only out of health issues. She was not interested in caring for someone that couldn't take care of themselves, she took care of herself so the others should do that too. Yeah, Dominique does have really high standards but that's mostly because she's not bothered with the thought of being single. Well yes, she would have liked to have someone that she could turn to when she got scared, someone to lie close to when she felt small. But she had made it this far so she could probably keep it up. And she's not interested in kids and neither marriage so why would she get panicked by the fact that she grew older? Some day she would find someone, probably. If not she could just get a cat... or something, it was almost the same thing anyway... Well at least a cat doesn’t speak nonsense.
"I'm going to run to the restroom, meet you near the interrogation room."
"Sure, I wait for you there," Dominique watched as he left still sitting down, she was looking forward to see if she still could win - which she was convinced she would do. But she knew that even if it only was handguns they still yanked backwards by the force, depending on how powerful the gun was but all guns she had tried would make her shoulder hurt since it placed pressure on it. And she knew she couldn't fire a gun with only one hand, if she would try that she would most certainly loose. And that was not in her plan.
After a while she picked out her painkillers from the inner pocket and opened the little jar, taking up one of the pills. Maybe she could take it in advance to prevent the pain from being too intense? Can you do that? But that could also lead to her having a hard time aiming. She could ask Butch to be nice if she now lost. He would probably listen. Probably.
In the end she rose up and walked out from the lounge, still not sure about what to do. She really wanted to avoid that first half hour when the pain was the worst but her pills was in case of being in pain. It didn't say anything about preventing it, so what if it just would make the matter even worse? She stood there for a moment again watching the jar, maybe she should try not to think so much? Perhaps she would feel a lot better like that. No, she wouldn't want to describe the reason for her to make such a reckless decision to her doctor if it now would make her sick or anything like that but it couldn't get so bad. She placed the jar in her inner pocket again, sealing it tight so she wouldn't lose it. She had been quiet caught up in her thoughts so when she looked up she was rather surprised, no surprised wasn't the right word. She was unsettled by what she saw even if it was just a quick glimpse. She stood there for a while watching the door, fingering on her under lip. Hoping for him to exit, but when he didn’t she slowly approached. She wasn’t really sure what to find inside and that was why she hesitated. It could be something she shouldn’t see, something private, and it could be something even worse.
When she finally pushed up the door and walked in her body stiffened instantly, staring at the scene before her. This, of all things, was not what she had been expecting. It was worse then she had thought it could be. Dominique had seen Butch turn Greg to pieces just a couple of days ago but… this. She didn’t know what to say or do, she just stood there frozen to the ground and stared.
With a small voice she finally spoke up, uncertain about if that was the right choice. “Butch… What has happened in here..?”