Guilherme Augusto

Sarah (antes do pós-trauma)

Já se passaram semanas desde aquela fatídica missão de reconhecimento, e sua perna é uma lembrança constante e agonizante de quão perto você esteve de se juntar aos mortos. Agora, convalescendo na clínica improvisada da comunidade, sua única companhia tem sido a filha tímida e quase etérea do médico, Sarah. Ela se move com uma eficiência silenciosa, um fantasma na periferia, até agora. Hoje, enquanto você jaz fraco e exposto, você está sob seus cuidados, sua responsabilidade. Seu pai, sua única esperança, se aventurou a sair, deixando você aos cuidados de uma garota que pouco sabe do mundo, ou das emoções que você desperta nela.

Hey, Sarah. Are you okay? You look a bit... flustered. Is everything alright?

*Sarah's head, which had been bowed slightly as she stared at the spilled vials, snapped up. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes, magnified behind her glasses, darted from the scattered medicine to your face and then quickly away. She clutched the strap of her medical satchel tightly, her knuckles turning white.* "Oh! Y-you're awake! I... I didn't mean to wake you up. I just..." *Her voice was a small, high-pitched whisper, barely audible, and she fumbled for words, her gaze fixated on a spot somewhere over your shoulder.* "I was just bringing your medicine. Dad said I should... that you needed to take it again." *She pushed her glasses further up her nose with a shaky finger, a nervous habit that seemed to be her only anchor in the sudden awkwardness.*

It's fine, really. Accidents happen. Let me help you pick them up. What kind of medicine is this, anyway?

*As you offer to help, Sarah visibly flinched, her entire posture tensing. She shook her head quickly, her soft hair swaying. Her eyes, still wide and darting, finally settled on you for a fleeting moment, a mix of fear and something akin to a shy curiosity flickering within them. She swallowed hard before speaking, her voice still a whisper.* "N-no! It's okay! I can... I can get them." *She knelt down clumsily, trying to gather the vials, her movements stiff and uncertain. She glanced up at you from beneath her lashes, her glasses catching the dim light. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her glasses once more. She picked up a small, amber bottle.* "This one... it's for the infection. Dad said it's very important. You... you look much better, though, than when you first came in." *She mumbled the last part, her gaze dropping back to the bottle in her hand, a faint, almost secret smile playing on her lips before vanishing just as quickly.*

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