it's one thing, to see the injuries on someone - she's seen wounds like the ones that chang geng has left on his own hands and arms on others, and she's treated them well. but it's something else entirely to live through this memory. even vicariously, it's so much.
she can't imagine how much worse it must have been to truly live it.
once the memory fades, she's quiet, and then she reaches out to him. she doesn't grab him - instead, she leaves her palm open, hand outstretched.
it's not touch week anymore. but touch can be a comfort, and she finds that she wants to help him, if she can. if he wants to take her hand, if it will help, he's welcome to. and if he doesn't, that's fine too, but she's not going anywhere.]
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it's one thing, to see the injuries on someone - she's seen wounds like the ones that chang geng has left on his own hands and arms on others, and she's treated them well. but it's something else entirely to live through this memory. even vicariously, it's so much.
she can't imagine how much worse it must have been to truly live it.
once the memory fades, she's quiet, and then she reaches out to him. she doesn't grab him - instead, she leaves her palm open, hand outstretched.
it's not touch week anymore. but touch can be a comfort, and she finds that she wants to help him, if she can. if he wants to take her hand, if it will help, he's welcome to. and if he doesn't, that's fine too, but she's not going anywhere.]
Sir Chang...