Song- Can't catch me now: Olivia Rodrigo (yes, I'm in my Snow era honestly don't even fight it)
Trigger warning: I don't know how much of a warning this is since you've waited for this for forty-two chapters but there's soft smut in this chapter.
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"I'm ready to do what's needed."
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To be ripped from one conscious state and forced into another was a journey unlike the healing I had hoped it would be. It didn't matter that I had longed to be out of Marvolo's grasp and placed into Ominis' instead, it didn't matter that the house was warm and the bed sheets were soft. It didn't matter that Anne's hushes were comforting and did help soothe the pain in my bones. It didn't matter that I was safe because I had never truly been safe in any chapter of my life.
It didn't matter because there was no space I belonged in other than the one that I couldn't have, the one that wasn't here.
Anne's hands seemed frantic as she unlaced cloaks and unbuttoned robes to find the tears to my skin, to find the purple that blotched my veins, to seek the damage. I was paralysed, perhaps mentally rather than physically, and I hadn't a choice but to let her fingertips drag across where it hurt most, to prod and poke to see where I winced.
It was evident that she had given up trying to find a reaction of life after her thumbs padded the scar that Ominis had stitched over my palms and she found no reaction. It should've hurt, it did hurt, but my mind hurt more. All of the lights were too bright, my tears felt too sticky, my body felt caked with the touch of a man who had solely set out to take pieces of my vulnerability and craft them into something that resembled my mother.
"You have cracked ribs, bruising, and you're severely dehydrated and exhausted, but nothing life threatening." Anne spoke as though the list was supposed to be reassuring, and the warmth of her hands withdrew as well as her presence beside me on the edge of the bed. She seemed to move swiftly into the adjacent bathroom, as though she had places to be, that the rush was warranted, but her words were slow as though she had to place a specific meaning behind each one.
I felt a soothe to my system, as though it had finally been encouraged to move, as I startled at the sound of the bath water trickle into the porcelain in the next room. It highlighted how matted my hair was, with blood and cold sweat, it reminded me how ached my limbs were. When Anne reappeared in the doorway with her head nodding into the room to usher me there, her eyes watched me with a confusion that I hadn't ever seen her look over me with.
"Are you going to let me help you so that you don't crack any more ribs?" The exhausted delirium didn't give much energy to shake my head nor to nod, and the little dignity I did have had already been flushed away with the sheer amount of times someone had needed to rescue me. I could only move the smallest parts of my body, and my eyes rolled at the small dig to my stubbornness which perhaps wasn't entirely misplaced.
It wasn't until we reached the bathroom that I realised that I hadn't worn shoes, that the soles of my feet hurt, and my toes reacted uncomfortably to the frozen layer that seemed to sit over the tiles. The mirror had fogged with the steam of the bath Anne had run, but the small flash of blurred blonde that I could make out hadn't quite had time to settle within my mind before the clothes I had been so desperate to rid myself of fell to the floor around me.
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