[She makes a slight grimace, because saying she got off comparatively easy with a smashed face really doesn't put her at ease. Regardless, she tries to sit still, swallowing a lump and already starting to tense up as Clarke's about to begin her countdown-
A countdown that never finishes, as Rita gives a short, piercing shriek that drowns out the sound of crunching cartilage--it's visceral pain exploding in her face again, and, well...
Clarke said don't hit me, but Rita really doesn't have the self-control--or the experience in getting her face smashed--to not reflexively lash out with a kick, scrambling back on the couch as she clutches at tender flesh with her hands.]
Ow--ow, ow...! You didn't--that seriously hurt! You just made it worse!
[Fresh tears dampen her eyes at the newly-worsened throbbing, and boy, does she really want to wring Darcy's neck now...]
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A countdown that never finishes, as Rita gives a short, piercing shriek that drowns out the sound of crunching cartilage--it's visceral pain exploding in her face again, and, well...
Clarke said don't hit me, but Rita really doesn't have the self-control--or the experience in getting her face smashed--to not reflexively lash out with a kick, scrambling back on the couch as she clutches at tender flesh with her hands.]
Ow--ow, ow...! You didn't--that seriously hurt! You just made it worse!
[Fresh tears dampen her eyes at the newly-worsened throbbing, and boy, does she really want to wring Darcy's neck now...]