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“It hurts….”
Amanda knows she’s whining. It hadn’t hurt when she made the choice to run into hell, to save people for once. Now it hurts. Karen is still passed out, clinging to her even in her comatose state. Worth it, she thinks hazily, so worth it.
“It’s for your own good…”
Lynn’s voice is gentle even as she sews the few small wounds, deep but barely opened, closed. Amanda winces, tightening her grip on Karen with her free arm, smiling just a little when Karen nestles closer. She’d do it all again to save her broken girl.