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xxxlocation: Willow's apartment. xx
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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxx[color=]or the reasons to be heroic."[/color]
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The exhaustion kept Max down and nightmare free up until the ding of a doorbell jolted her awake followed by the smell of Chinese food assaulting her senses. Her body still ached and her mind was foggy, pulling her back beneath the blanket of slumber. That is until Willow gently shook her. Her eyes opened sluggishly and she wanted more than anything to roll over and go back to sleep, but when her eyes held Willow's, she changed her mind. There was so much concern there she wondered just how bad everything had been. Everything was so... fuzzy. Like trying to see your reflection in a steam covered mirror.
She yawned slightly, rubbing at her eyes with the palm of her hand. She stretched and allowed herself another moment to pull herself from sleep. Then what Willow had said when she woke her finally reached Max's brain and she began to process it. Food? Max allowed her body to react to the word. After the loss of blood, her body needed nutrients to make up for it, but her stomach... wasn't exactly thrilled with the prospect. She ran her fingers through her hair, only realizing a moment after that she was still covered in blood. Max nearly jumped to her feet, hissing as the movement pulled at her wounds. She probably opened one of them again, but it wouldn't bleed as heavily as last time if she had.
That was when her mind decided to take notice of the others in the room...watching her because the sleeping injured girl just shot up from the couch and offered no explanation. Instead, she turned to face Willow, her weight on her good leg. "Food is probably not-" Her stomach growled at the word. Oh make up your mind! She thought. "Food is fine." She finished, probably sounding like a moron. "I just... um..." Her eyes wandered the apartment, taking note of the damage she had left and suddenly felt guilty. "I'm covered in blood and... Oh, I'm sorry Willow is practically all over your apartment. I should wash up first though right?"
She needed to get away from the eyes. Watching, judging, wondering about what was in her head...what if they realized who she was? She had never been shy before. Never been so uncomfortable being center of attention. But here, surrounded by villains, weak, hungry, and filthy... she needed out.
She turned towards the direction of the bathroom, a room she was relieved to have found the night before when her nightmare left her sick the rest of the night. She went to take a step...and her leg gave out on her. She crashed to the ground, banging her arm on the coffee table, but otherwise uninjured. She hissed again as the movement jarred through her. She felt like crying. Embarrassment, guilt... she needed to get away. And she was stuck. A lamb before lions.
Where was this coming from? She had never seen Willow as a threat and Winter had been so kind before. Well... not that Max remembered many specifics considering she had been drinking most of the time Winter was there. Had she said something while she was disoriented? Is that why she was so afraid? Or was it that she worried the villains would figure she was a hero for being targeted? They could tell Willow and she would... never talk to Max again.
Max had never felt so lost. So unsure of what to do or where to go. She felt safe with Willow, but right now, with her mind messed up and paranoid... she felt nothing but panic.