Fine!! Yes! Yes. Go. [Lars's presence definitely isn't really soothing anymore, and Sadie's definitely not thinking straight with the way her head swims in pain. The second she starts to feel silly about her own emotional needs, Sadie always immediately shuts them out.
Sadie presses the pads of her hand against her face, teeth still grit, but more in pain than in frustration. The stress strains her wounds.] Go get a doctor. I'm just—I'm fine. I'll be fine.
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Sadie presses the pads of her hand against her face, teeth still grit, but more in pain than in frustration. The stress strains her wounds.] Go get a doctor. I'm just—I'm fine. I'll be fine.