[Permission still stands.]
Her vision swam, shifted. Regina was dimly aware that she was no longer standing, or trying to. That realisation, unfortunately, had been replaced by the pressure on her injury that came hand in hand with Yagmur’s assistance. Tucker’s voice was recognisable, but every jolt of movement as they descended prevented her from reacting to what was going on around her, let alone speaking. Teeth gritted, she instead clutched at the Nulla Nulla in her hands – refused to cling to her classmate, and telling herself over and over that she had planned for this.
That barely stopped the panic that had begun to work its way into her mind alongside the pain and tentative planning, tensing in Yagmur’s arms and hoping that the jostling would be over. That soon she would be able to stand on her own two feet again. Also, when had it become so cold out here?
Then there was a third voice. This time Regina forced herself to shift in the secure hold that was taking her down the staircase, not saying a word as she looked over the girl that was waiting for them – for Yagmur. There was no flicker of recognition; another unwanted anomaly in her plans. To be honest, she was getting a little sick of them.
“Fine,” she insisted, even whilst pale and tensed further in Yagmur’s arms, well aware that the stranger had not been addressing her, “can we just get out of here and go somewhere-“
Speech broke off, a spasm of pain taking precedent over her faculties. “-warm?” And with just a bit of luck, she might even get there before things went really
badly. I cannot afford another Tucker. I cannot afford any more weakness.
Regina told herself she would be able to manage – told herself that she did not need help. It turned out that only a year’s worth of lying to herself so well made it really easy to believe that.