[Exasperated, Sadie sighs heavily after Lars storms out (almost literally—he's like a dark cloud), and she pensively pinches the short bridge of her nose as she shakes her head. She drops her towel, not having the range to put it somewhere more tidy, and then turns to bite her lip nervously at the running water.
Maybe she should just wait until the doctor gets there. She only was planning on showering if she was going to sort of do haphazard DIY first aid for the sake of keeping Lars around... which, in hindsight, was really dumb. She was always dumb and making bad decisions when it came to Lars. She turns off the water, and, feeling stupid, swipes the bandaid box off the lid of the toilet, watching it clatter across the tile floor.
She settles to just sit gingerly in its place, wincing. She wants to keep her arms down, with the state of her back, so... she's just gonna go back to chilling topless, now that she's at the liberty to do so.]
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Maybe she should just wait until the doctor gets there. She only was planning on showering if she was going to sort of do haphazard DIY first aid for the sake of keeping Lars around... which, in hindsight, was really dumb. She was always dumb and making bad decisions when it came to Lars. She turns off the water, and, feeling stupid, swipes the bandaid box off the lid of the toilet, watching it clatter across the tile floor.
She settles to just sit gingerly in its place, wincing. She wants to keep her arms down, with the state of her back, so... she's just gonna go back to chilling topless, now that she's at the liberty to do so.]
Stupid...