Gracias, Dios, por los pequeños favores [it's muttered under her breath, and she winces a little as he works to get the screws loose. She hisses in pain when he finally pulls the casing off, but it's kind of like pulling off a scab - something about it feels right.
Plus, you know, cleaning it out is good for her continued survival and staying out of the hospital and gunk.]
Yeah, me too. Could've been worse, though. [sigh] If we hadn't broken out, they probably would've moved on to removing more limbs, or fucking around with my brain.
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Plus, you know, cleaning it out is good for her continued survival and staying out of the hospital and gunk.]
Yeah, me too. Could've been worse, though. [sigh] If we hadn't broken out, they probably would've moved on to removing more limbs, or fucking around with my brain.