Heather waved a hand a little as she ducked her head and coughed, trying to ease up on her aching ribcage. There weren't any cuts there, thankfully (she trusted Otacon but having to take her SHIRT off to be tended to wasn't really something she felt up to doing yet), but there were plenty of bruises. In the nightmarish fog, she'd been kicked and body-slammed, but now she was wondering if she'd just.... fallen a lot or something. It was an eerie thing to wonder, at least for her...
... With that constant, ever-creeping worry that people would think nothing that had happened in Silent Hill a year ago had been real in the first place...
In any case, with Otacon successfully diverting the pup's attention (Cujo was now gently lapping at the nerd's hand and would probably keep doing that for as long as Otacon let him), there was no easy out of the question that he asked.
Heather straightened up, her expression sobering once more. Nothing short of a looooong shower and a lot of sleep would be able to get rid of the grunge and the feverish, wind-sore flush that obscured her normal complexion, so she couldn't pale. But the look in her good eye said enough.
Otacon had already mentioned to her what he'd seen... or heard... although she'd been so out of it and drunk on the high of actually speaking to someone again after being alone for so long that she couldn't recall the details, she'd have to... ask again...
Something in her throat froze up a little when she opened her mouth to speak-- somehow the fact that it hadn't been real didn't make it any easier to talk about.
Thankfully, Rise spared her from answering, herself, and Heather turned her head so that she could see her friend a little better, the non-swollen brow creasing upwards in concern. She might've been in all kinds of bad shape right now, but she could see how pale Rise was.
It was still a bit of an adjust for her brain to accept that none of that had been real, because it had sounded and looked and felt so real-- that others had seen things too, instead of the awful but simple conclusion that she'd been whisked back home like so many other people supposedly had-- but she was making herself accept it, slowly but surely.
And... god, if it had been bad enough that Rise had heard Heather screaming over the PokeGear...
"... If it's anything at all like what I saw, it wasn't stupid," she murmured hoarsely after a couple seconds. "N'anyone who might've told you it was stupid deserves a kick in the balls."
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Heather waved a hand a little as she ducked her head and coughed, trying to ease up on her aching ribcage. There weren't any cuts there, thankfully (she trusted Otacon but having to take her SHIRT off to be tended to wasn't really something she felt up to doing yet), but there were plenty of bruises. In the nightmarish fog, she'd been kicked and body-slammed, but now she was wondering if she'd just.... fallen a lot or something. It was an eerie thing to wonder, at least for her...
... With that constant, ever-creeping worry that people would think nothing that had happened in Silent Hill a year ago had been real in the first place...
In any case, with Otacon successfully diverting the pup's attention (Cujo was now gently lapping at the nerd's hand and would probably keep doing that for as long as Otacon let him), there was no easy out of the question that he asked.
Heather straightened up, her expression sobering once more. Nothing short of a looooong shower and a lot of sleep would be able to get rid of the grunge and the feverish, wind-sore flush that obscured her normal complexion, so she couldn't pale. But the look in her good eye said enough.
Otacon had already mentioned to her what he'd seen... or heard... although she'd been so out of it and drunk on the high of actually speaking to someone again after being alone for so long that she couldn't recall the details, she'd have to... ask again...
Something in her throat froze up a little when she opened her mouth to speak-- somehow the fact that it hadn't been real didn't make it any easier to talk about.
Thankfully, Rise spared her from answering, herself, and Heather turned her head so that she could see her friend a little better, the non-swollen brow creasing upwards in concern. She might've been in all kinds of bad shape right now, but she could see how pale Rise was.
It was still a bit of an adjust for her brain to accept that none of that had been real, because it had sounded and looked and felt so real-- that others had seen things too, instead of the awful but simple conclusion that she'd been whisked back home like so many other people supposedly had-- but she was making herself accept it, slowly but surely.
And... god, if it had been bad enough that Rise had heard Heather screaming over the PokeGear...
"... If it's anything at all like what I saw, it wasn't stupid," she murmured hoarsely after a couple seconds. "N'anyone who might've told you it was stupid deserves a kick in the balls."