Roaki's enthusiasm really was infectious, wasn't it?

From her position lying limp on the mattress, she got an excellent firsthand view of the girl being [i]unbelievably[/i] animated. Or, unbelievable a few days ago. And even though it had barely been any time at all, it was hard to even remember the half-dead girl that had only stared into the false half-light of a faux window, looking at how she was now. Quinn sat up against the wall, watching her go on and taking a certain amount of pride in it. The world had fought her, and she'd won. They both had.

After some time, though, Quinn felt her tiredness creeping up on her, and relaxed against the wall, she cut her mind loose to wander, letting herself think about what had happened just after she'd gotten out of her savior, and what had happened just after that. She hadn't been able to unpack it at all, really. The cheering, the clapping, the [i]Dahlia hug--[/i]she smiled unconsciously--and then...

Then...

Quinn frowned. 

Right. Doctor Follen. That weird sound the metal tapper thing had made. She'd been so caught up in the mess that was press release--[i]awful, don't think about it, remember? Don't think about it--[/i]that she hadn't considered it at all. The [i]metal[/i] sound, scraping where her eye used to be. A deep distress was steadily building in her gut. Almost unwillingly, she lifted her hand. It shook, but held, as for the first time in her entire life, or...since she was...eleven? She thought? For the first time since then, she reached under her eyepatch, and allowed herself to feel around the eye socket. 

It was all tough scar tissue. Tough, hard, almost numb to the touch, rippling out from the center. Her fingers crept over the edge of her ocular bone, and almost fighting against herself, she forced them onwards, despite a deep and elemental fear that pushed her backwards.

Ridged skin. Wrinkled scars. And--

Something solid. Pointy.

Metal.

She cannoned up, all relaxation forgotten and her heart in her throat. Her fingers lay on the object, almost petrified. A bone-deep dread began to build in her.

"[color=ffe63d]Roaki,[/color]" she choked out through a trembling, half-strangled throat, hesitantly lifting her fingers and the eyepatch out of the way, "[color=ffe63d]what's...what's in my eye?[/color]"