Her New Doll (Completed)

Chapter Five: Baby Steps

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By the time Heisenberg returns with the metal frame Donna is ragged and practically excited to see him. Until he opens his mouth and blows smoke directly in her face. A doll flies out and cracks into the back of his head as Donna chokes and steps away to regain her composure.

"I wanna see what else you're putting into this mess," Heisenberg says, "It's the least you can do since you aren't paying me."

"Don't move!" Angie shouts.

In the dining room Donna takes a sheet and drapes it over Natalya, "Do not, speak."

Natalya doesn't understand why until she hears Heisenberg's heavy footsteps. She remains completely still as the pair passes and goes into Donna's work room.

"Oh, shit." There's a pause and a sound of something hitting leather then Heisenberg hisses. "Geez."

"Don't touch it smelly!" Angie shouts, "Donna spent three days getting the skin color to match!"

Suddenly Natalya's stomach plummets to the vicinity of her toes which is a frightening thought in and of itself. What could Angie possibly mean except that Donna was stitching together another doll made of human body parts?

"Hell, you're serious about this."

"Get out creepy! Donna's tired and you're stinking up the pleace!"

Heisenberg stumbles out and Natalya can imagine Angie flying in his face, as she has had done to her before. Not that she was able to move.

"Fine! But unless you get rid of your creepy ass psycho doll nothing you do is going to make her like you. Hell! No one will ever like you!"

As he reaches the door Natalya growls, "Stop projecting you fucking creep! Go crawl back under your rock!"

Once Karl is gone Donna emerges. She pulls Natalya into her work room and puts her by the table.

"Don't touch."

"Okay," Natalya looks at the metal frame and the papers strewn about. There's no blood or the smell of decay so she's somewhat relieved.

Angie brings over some screws and Donna grabs a screwdriver. She produces long pieces of wood painted a pale flesh tone. One to match Natalya's skin tone. There are even rare sprinkled moles like the ones that dot her skin. A crooked smile creeps onto her face as she watches.

"So this is what you're been working on. What is it?" Natalya asks.

Donna stops. Looking around she sets a piece of paper where Natalya can see it. The original pencil sketch is rough but the subsequent designs are in pen. A metal frame allows for a certain range of movement controlled by a spring mechanism. All around the frame are bits of wood that give it the look of a leg and a foot.

When Natalya looks up she realizes that what Donna is screwing together is a prosthetic. Her left leg. The veil shifts as Donna pauses to look up. Even not making direct eye contact she looks away quickly and continues working.

"Thank you," Natalya murmurs, eyes welling up with tears, "It's beautiful."

"Yeah so don't scuff it up," Angie barks. Natalya looks at her and laughs, "I'll be extra careful."

Along with the wooden panels Donna has made a sock to cover each of Natalya's leg stumps. Inside are thick pads of wool and rubber to help ease the pressure on her wounds which are healing as well as can be expected.

Once they're on, Natalya runs her hands over the fabric, "These are great. I've been a little cold at night. Thank you."

"You're welcome."