I'm not... [There's three of them surrounding her bed, staring at her, and it's triggering that sick sort of panicky feeling in the pit of her stomach, the defensiveness that feels like its second nature these days. It had been like this last time, too. With the last team. When they'd watched her with suspicion, when whispers of her being the mole had been passed about behind her back. Roy's accusations, Kaldur's silence. Wally's temper.
She curled in on herself, fingers tightening into fists as she wrapped her arms around her knees, her jaw clenching as she stared down at the bed, unable to meet their gazes, not wanting to see the expression she knew she'd find on their faces.]
I'm not compromised. I don't need help. Everything's fine.
no subject
She curled in on herself, fingers tightening into fists as she wrapped her arms around her knees, her jaw clenching as she stared down at the bed, unable to meet their gazes, not wanting to see the expression she knew she'd find on their faces.]
I'm not compromised. I don't need help. Everything's fine.