There's no real point in lying to him by now, is there? She wasn't to begin with, but she'd also made a pretty good effort in downplaying things. She's still dealt with worse, but those things usually killed her, and she can't exactly make comparisons by trying to say it's not as bad as dying. It's exactly as bad as dying.
"It might get worse."
She really hopes it doesn't, but Nill has nothing to gauge that against, no experience with this kind of injury. All she knows is that it hurts more now than it did when she got hurt, and that means it might hurt more before this is over with.
Nill doesn't seem willing to linger on it for long. Shoving that thought aside she sits up again, and twists herself around with some effort so that she can finally lean her back against the wall, and draw her knees up a little. It doesn't seem to have hurt as much, but she still lets out a shaky exhale when she's done, eyes squeezing shut again.
The voice is soft and hesitant this time, close to a whisper for all that it isn't real sound. She can't hear anything coming their way, no monsters in the immediate area, no tributes ready to come down the hall. For a few minutes at least they're safe, and it hurts enough that she doesn't feel as bad as she might otherwise to ask it.
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There's no real point in lying to him by now, is there? She wasn't to begin with, but she'd also made a pretty good effort in downplaying things. She's still dealt with worse, but those things usually killed her, and she can't exactly make comparisons by trying to say it's not as bad as dying. It's exactly as bad as dying.
"It might get worse."
She really hopes it doesn't, but Nill has nothing to gauge that against, no experience with this kind of injury. All she knows is that it hurts more now than it did when she got hurt, and that means it might hurt more before this is over with.
Nill doesn't seem willing to linger on it for long. Shoving that thought aside she sits up again, and twists herself around with some effort so that she can finally lean her back against the wall, and draw her knees up a little. It doesn't seem to have hurt as much, but she still lets out a shaky exhale when she's done, eyes squeezing shut again.
The voice is soft and hesitant this time, close to a whisper for all that it isn't real sound. She can't hear anything coming their way, no monsters in the immediate area, no tributes ready to come down the hall. For a few minutes at least they're safe, and it hurts enough that she doesn't feel as bad as she might otherwise to ask it.
"Will you sit with me?"