[she's going to let that comment about being shot in the desert go unexplored until they're in a slightly less clinical environment. she doesn't want to get in the way of his job, after all. her vitals should all be coming up normal, and given her right arm hasn't started necrotizing or anything, she's pretty sure it's still alive; she just can't feel or move it anymore.]
Good question. It started on the first day of this tap water thing. At first my arm just started feeling stiff, like I'd slept on it funny or something. But it kept getting stiffer by the day until I couldn't move it anymore, but at least then I could still feel it. Now? [she raps her knuckles on her right biceps, such that it is. her arm might still be able to move, but right now it's just hanging at her side. "limply" would be entirely the wrong word.] Nothing. I just stopped being able to feel it at all this morning.
I really wish these stupid echoes all progressed at the same rate.
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Good question. It started on the first day of this tap water thing. At first my arm just started feeling stiff, like I'd slept on it funny or something. But it kept getting stiffer by the day until I couldn't move it anymore, but at least then I could still feel it. Now? [she raps her knuckles on her right biceps, such that it is. her arm might still be able to move, but right now it's just hanging at her side. "limply" would be entirely the wrong word.] Nothing. I just stopped being able to feel it at all this morning.
I really wish these stupid echoes all progressed at the same rate.