Carrie whirls back to face him, gasping. "Nothing," she says quickly. "I'm fine. It's fine."
How is she still bleeding? Do dead people bleed?
She doesn't want him to come closer, really, but at the same time, a part of her does. A part of her wants someone to take care of her because nobody ever has, but if this place is what she thinks it is, then this is a trick and he's just going to hurt her.
Now that he's brought attention to the wound, though, Carrie realizes that it's been hurting this whole time; it's just...sort of a dull throb at this point. Momma must've missed anything important when she'd been trying to kill Carrie. It feels like a spine-deep, nasty bruise that someone's poking with a curious finger. Now that he's mentioned it, she's even more aware of it. It makes her feel a little dizzy and she reaches for the wall to steady herself. "It doesn't matter, anymore."
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How is she still bleeding? Do dead people bleed?
She doesn't want him to come closer, really, but at the same time, a part of her does. A part of her wants someone to take care of her because nobody ever has, but if this place is what she thinks it is, then this is a trick and he's just going to hurt her.
Now that he's brought attention to the wound, though, Carrie realizes that it's been hurting this whole time; it's just...sort of a dull throb at this point. Momma must've missed anything important when she'd been trying to kill Carrie. It feels like a spine-deep, nasty bruise that someone's poking with a curious finger. Now that he's mentioned it, she's even more aware of it. It makes her feel a little dizzy and she reaches for the wall to steady herself. "It doesn't matter, anymore."