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zhanna-medvedeva:
Zhanna was so tense she was nearly shaking. She wanted to snap at everything Vika said. I don’t need anesthetic, just stitch it. It better be flawless or I’m going to fucking kill you.
She wanted to shout that her face was all she had. Smart as she was, manipulative as she could be, it was her face that drew attention to her. She wanted to shriek and scream about how the girls would all lose respect for her. How could she be their ideal they all strove for with a mark like that on her face? And if Nadedja made it out alive, the girls would look to her as their next most successful and beautiful guide. It didn’t matter Nadedja wasn’t as smart as Zhanna - she’d be prettier. And if the girls stopped listening to Zhanna, the family would lose money. It didn’t matter if the cut healed perfectly, there would still be a time when it was healing and it’d look atrocious.
Zhanna wanted to lay it all out for Vika and demand, again, that it be handled perfectly. She couldn’t. Not without potentially agitating the wound more. Or being looked down upon as if this was all high school drama. They didn’t get how it worked.
Quiet but not calm, Zhanna straightened up as best she could with an ache starting to spread through her body. She gave a slight nod as a sign to Vika to begin and closed her eyes.
Vika had never been the biggest fan of Zhanna. She was smart, but she valued her looks over the power of her mind. It was childish and shallow. But she did contribute to the family. She did give Vika a new space to play with her victims. Maybe Vika could show her the power of the mind someday, and teach her that looks are less important in the grand scheme of things.
She prepared the anesthetic and pulled gently on Zhanna’s face before injecting the medication into a site just above the laceration. Giving the anesthetic a minute to work, Vika then prepared her needle for sutures. Vika could see the fire in Zhanna’s eyes, and the tension in her shoulders as Vika leaned in close to begin working.
She felt disrespected. Did Zhanna not trust her? Vika had the most skilled hands when it came to sutures, her skills had been unmatched in school, and she was efficient. She had always figured if her mother was going to insist on her going to medical school, she would be the best in the damn class. So she spent hours upon hours perfecting her technique, practicing her stitches and suturing up cadavers. She was all they had and lucky for them, she was the best they were going to get. If she was feeling more petty, she would have called Zhanna out, but she obviously has more pressing people to patch up, so she worked quickly. Zhanna would have a small scar from this, barely noticeable. But Vika had a feeling that Zhanna would seek out a consult with a plastic surgeon, but they probably wouldn’t need to do much. Vika’s work would cover Zhanna until she decided that she was unhappy with a scar the no one would notice unless they were looking for it.














