“I ought to just crack you over the head. Mentally older, my blue and purple ass. You go rummaging about in people’s emotions and see how old you get.” Summer muttered, shoving the gauze pad against the hole as fast as she could. “I had tweezers, you know,” she added, a little more loudly.
“Hold that.” turning back to the kit, she dug a little more, until she came up with the needle and sutures. “And be grateful I know how to sew.” Without waiting for any kind of response, she deepened the painblock and started pulling the skin back together.
She rolled her eyes as she exhaled the smoke, ”Ya make me want to punch you in the face, you don’t know what I have been through and yet you already act as though it was rougher for you. Don’t sit there and complain about going through people’s emotions, and I will tell you only once, stay out of mine or I will kill you.” She said, her face devoid of emotion.
“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.
She hissed, her ego starting to show up more and more, ”You think I care, I dug a bullet out my fucking ribs, I don’t care, I have been shot stabbed thrown from windows, I don’t care, I have been lied to, abused, raped, and cheated, I don’t fucking care, if I feel like being cryptic guess what I will, I call you ‘sister’ out of respect, but don’t think I won’t take that back and start calling you whiny bitch instead.” She said, her teeth bared.
Pressing a bandage firmly over the few stitches, Summer rinsed her hands and folded her arms while Deva ranted. “Is it that frightening, that someone cares about you, wants to know you’re well? Loki’s daughter?” She watched, head tipped to one side. “That bad that someone can see into you?”
Very softly, she added, “Why does it frighten you that I care?”