Of all the people to find her, she’s strangely glad it’s Jack. She’d noticed how quickly the woman seemed pissed off the more and more they talked about cutting her. They didn’t even try to understand, or think that maybe she had a reason for what she did, and yeah maybe what she did deserves consequences but she foolishly thought they were friends.
Maybe it’s best this way. When things come out about Shroud, they’ll hate her anyway. Maybe it’s better they cut her from the team now, then later. She doesn’t have to explain the whole thing with Shroud, or that her secret intentions are actually done out of goodness and not badness.
And god, she feels so fucking guilty. If it weren’t for her, Chase wouldn’t be hurt. He wouldn’t have had to save her. Isn’t that enough punishment? She doesn’t deserve to be here, she really doesn’t. She should get up and leave and yet she’s frozen, curled up in the corner feeling vunerable in a way she hasn’t let her feel since she was a child.
“....Fuck. Don’t tell me that!” Because being told her that it’s okay to cry is only going to make the tears fall harder, more, it’s going to make her sob her eyes out and she hates every fucking bit of that.
She doesn’t pick up her head from her knees, and instead bites down on her bottom lip hard to muffle the sob that tries to escape. “They weren’t out of line! It’s not like I don’t deserve it. I fucked up. Chase was never supposed to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” I did it for a reason. I did it for Robert, for the whole fucking Z-Team.
Chase was never supposed to come for her, he should have just let her die there.
“I just wanted to do something good for once in my life. Fuck!” She wants to yell and hit things, slam her fist into a locker over and over again because anger is better than crying, better than drowning in this sorrow. “I don’t belong here. I never fucking did.” This? This just proves she’s better off alone. She’s suspended and now they’re going to cut her and it hurts. It hurts more than she ever thought possible.