[...So those were not words that Lisa was expecting to hear. Maybe if this had not been Alessa, it would seem more normal, but it was, as far as she was aware. As this was the case, the woman was left staring silently at the younger blonde, lips flattened by uncertainty.
She was, of course, grateful for Alessa/Heather's presence. She was the only familiar thing she'd come across, and the girl had certainly been helpful. But Lisa's own feelings about the patient that had barely been alive, burned practically beyond recognition...
How could they have been happy to see each other?]
I... Yeah. It's good-- --oo, Alessa.
[The smile is strained, certainly, and her voice does have the slightest quiver to it, but saying it somehow made it feel more true.]
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Date: 2012-02-13 03:13 pm (UTC)She was, of course, grateful for Alessa/Heather's presence. She was the only familiar thing she'd come across, and the girl had certainly been helpful. But Lisa's own feelings about the patient that had barely been alive, burned practically beyond recognition...
How could they have been happy to see each other?]
I... Yeah. It's good-- --oo, Alessa.
[The smile is strained, certainly, and her voice does have the slightest quiver to it, but saying it somehow made it feel more true.]