No, he couldn't. He couldn't fix her where he felt she was broken. Pippa knew that. She also knew that if it weren't for him, she'd not be standing there at that moment. Hurting, as he put it. "Why didn't you just leave me there?" Her voice was no more than a whisper, her throat too tight to manage more. "You should have let me die. Why didn't you let me die?"
This was something she'd wanted to know ever since she first woke up enough from their healing trances and Abby's pain medications to realize it had all been real and the damage would not be undone. She wanted to know why he had forced this on her instead of letting her suffering end. Larch had at least promised her that much, that it would all be over.
Pippa stepped back, away from his trembling hands and wiped at her own face. "You don't know anything about the way I hurt."
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Date: 2008-10-22 04:02 am (UTC)This was something she'd wanted to know ever since she first woke up enough from their healing trances and Abby's pain medications to realize it had all been real and the damage would not be undone. She wanted to know why he had forced this on her instead of letting her suffering end. Larch had at least promised her that much, that it would all be over.
Pippa stepped back, away from his trembling hands and wiped at her own face. "You don't know anything about the way I hurt."