ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

Fidgeting somewhat uncomfortably as Frankie examined her, she managed to hold back a wince as she got a look at the bandages wrapped around what seemed like most of her torso. It was, again, making her feel less and less reassured about waking up. She could go back to where things were hard, where she had no family, and she was probably going to be in a lot of pain. Or she could just stay where she was, which was almost preferable.

Until Frankie started asking questions, making the redhead tense up all over in response. "S-She's not-- w-well, she is my.. and she's.. it's not her f-fault, it w-was me," she offered back weakly, not sure she was even answering the question. She was quite put on the spot, and it was easier said than done to come up with an answer. It wasn't Mack's fault at all, but Mack hadn't been there. When Frankie breached the subject of her dad, Tatum frowned.

She stared across the bed at the younger girl, pouting her lower lip out a little, her typical face when Frankie called her out. It had happened enough times while the girl was alive, she didn't know why she expected the dead version to be any different. Frankie rarely skirted around or minced words, it was part of what had made her so attractive. "I-It's not like that.. it j-just, happened, I guess. I didn't think.. well, I-I'm braver now.."

Trailing off, she chewed her lip a little. "I s-should have did it for you, I was-- I was j-just a pussy. I really.. I really like you. L-Liked you. W-Whatever. You know I did.. I still sort of.. w-well, it doesn't matter, does it? It's not like y-you waited for me, you just.. left m-me."