I’ve Got Thick Skin || Danny&Lena
No one ever told kids about how much it hurt to wake up after having your stomach pumped. The suicide talks they brought oddly cheery young men and women into schools to do never seemed to focus on what you had to deal with if you tried and failed. They didn’t tell you about the empty ache in your stomach, or the tingling pain through your limbs, or the dry scratch in your throat. They focused on the don’t and not the if you do. But maybe knowing what it would feel like wouldn’t have stopped Lena.
She would have groaned if everything hadn’t hurt so much. If her throat wasn’t so dry, maybe she’d have spoken. Lena knew that she couldn’t be dead - there was no way death hurt this much. It was cruel to want to escape the pain, only to end up in more pain. Lena wanted water. She wanted answers. If she wasn’t dead, then who had brought her to the hospital? The lights - god, the lights - were brighter than anything she’d ever seen before. A groan did rip its way through her throat this time, leaving behind shards of pain as she squinted around the room.
