hiding

Run away, run...to where?

She wanted her eyes to show hatred, anger, any emotion that appeared threatening. But her eyes betrayed her and only showed fear. She was never good at hiding her emotions, that's why she wore her mask. She really missed her mask right now. Physical contact was something she absolutely dreaded, and as she discovered, was something the phoenix did a lot of. His touch didn't mentally burn her and send false signals of pain through her body like most everyone else's did. But none the less he touched her frequently, and it annoyed her... no it pissed her off; to no end.

"Please don't touch me." Her voice continued to betray her, just as her eyes did, as it was laced with fear and desperation. He released her wrist, lingering before removing his hand from her chin.

"I need to go talk to Pops," He sighed and rubbed his temples, "Please refrain from assaulting anyone else while I'm away. No one here is going to kill you yoi. Thatch should be bringing you some food any minute as the doctor sees fit."

She starred at the door, long after he left, before taking a breath and relaxing against the wall. She was grateful for her time alone. Which also confused her. Why did they leave her alone and practically free to move about? Sure, they gathered she was weak, but she was still an enemy of theirs right? They assumed she was a marine. If they allowed random marines freedom on their ship, surely they wouldn't have made it this far. She honestly considered finding a place to hide on the ship until she could escape. Hiding always fixed her problems, even if it was only short term. Any thoughts she had were cut short as the door burst open. The brunette from town, Thatch supposedly, walked in with a tray, and a ridiculous grin on his face.

"Lovely girl, I brought you some food!" He almost all but sang.

Alexia forced herself back towards the wall and brought her knees back up to her chest. Thatch was definitely boisterous, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. He sat the tray down next to her. She didn't look at him and expected him to walk out. Which he definitely did not do.

"Oh girly, don't be so upset! There's no reason to hide!" Thatch basically threw himself upon her as he tried to hug her reassuringly.

"NO!" She yelled out in shock. Panic flooded her body faster than before, anxiety causing pain in her chest. Alexia tried to dash off the bed, sending Thatch flying to the floor as she collided with him, food crashing onto the floor. She stumbled getting up away from Thatch and dashed out the door, the IV's ripping out her arm as she ignored the pain and the blood flowing down her arms. She felt as if her right shoulder injury had opened up again. Thatch's shouting was ignored by the girl as she ran, thankful and surprised not to run into anyone.

She had gotten herself extremely lost, despite not knowing where she was to start with. She closed herself off into a room, which looked as though it was one meant for storage. She noticed paneling was loose on one of the wooden walls, and slipped behind it, attempting to place it back as well as she could. She closed her eyes, the space was small, but big enough for her to sit with her knees brought up to her chest. It looked as if the space was originally meant to be some sort of ventilation shaft at one point. She hummed lightly as she closed her eye, satisfied to feel safe from being touched, even for a short time. Despite the throbbing pain, she found herself drifting off.