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chapter twenty. (did you ever think about the damage you did? ) S2E26 — deterioration of the fight or flight response. TW: scenes of domestic violence and description of wounds from DV. pls read with caution!
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THE CONCRETE DIGS INTO DAPHNE'S SKIN. There's a familiar metallic scent that wafts through her nostrils, which she only smells when she's in surgery. Blood. There's a lot of blood. Far too much — unnatural, not like it is in the OR. In surgery, the blood's supposed to be there. Here, in the trauma bay, the blood isn't supposed to be splattered all over the ground.
Someone's calling her name. Blearily, Daphne pushes herself up from the ground. She doesn't remember falling — was it before or after she was shot? She was shot. Her name is still being shouted, but Daphne can't think.
"Lawson! Lawson! Daphne, are you alright? Can you hear me? Daphne?"
Daphne wipes at her face, unknowingly brushing a sheen of blood onto her cheek. But her face is already wet. Daphne doesn't remember beginning to cry. She doesn't remember much, truth be told. Her sight is blurred but she can just about decipher the figure on the floor, unconsciousness, still. Burke. Burke's been shot. Denny.
"Daphne! Say something to tell me you're okay!"
"Uh . . . I think I was shot," Daphne says, furrowing her brows. She raises her arm, and shock swarms her body at the hole in her arm. "Yeah, I was shot. But — but I think I'm okay. Don't worry about me."
"Okay. That's good," Daphne comes to realise that it's Bailey talking to her, while trying to aid Burke at the same time. "Um — Torres! Torres, help Lawson, please."
