by Harri-chan » Wed Jan 06, 2010 2:24 pm
Charlie found her gaze captured by the girl that entered, admiring, despising and being jealous, somehow, all at the same time. Her blush brightened when the Doctor came closer, and she lowered her arms to her sides, after giving the dress a little tug, as it kept riding up from the way she was lying on her back. Her heart skipped a beat when the girl asked her name, and she was silent for just a moment before answering, "Chris... ".
Suddenly, it seemed impossible to find a position she felt comfortable in, not knowing what to do with her arms, and the urge to tug her dress kept growing each time it shifted up around her thighs, making her paranoid that the teenager could see the underwear she was wearing beneath it. So many times in the last two years, Charlie had faced danger, come so close to death, and yet now she struggled to remember ever being more afraid than this, terrified that she'd mess up, and have more drugs forced down her throat.