#avery:open

where: front steps of clinic who: open

Avery could only stand being in the small patient room in the clinic for a little while before she felt her chest tighten and got short of breath. She went outside with the water bottle the doctor gave her, sitting down heavily on the front step and sipping the water despite the urge to guzzle it. She knew she’d get sick if she did.

She dropped her head into her hand, elbow on her knee, feeling exhausted. It didn’t seem like Sir had followed her, but at the sound of footsteps approaching, she jolted upright in fear, scurrying a few more steps up toward the clinic before registering that it wasn’t her captor.

“Shit, sorry,” she gasped out, her heart still pounding.