Maketh snarls a curse under her breath and stands, stripping off her surgical gloves. She's shaking and doesn't really know why, hands trembling, she's gotten Rey's blood on her jacket, it will have to be disinfected. This shouldn't be bothering her at all, she barely knows Rey, has no right to be angry over any of it. Especially not so angry that it hurts to breathe, her hands trembling with the urge to do something foolish. Maketh thinks of the mirror in the bathroom, the one that she just replaced, and has the sudden urge to smash it again. Watch the glass scatter across the floor. She can already hear the sound it would make...
No. Stop. Stop that.
She grabs the whiskey, in the meantime, and stalks into the kitchen to wash her hands. Focus. Remember the protocol. Get rid of the gloves, that's right, put the bottle down on the counter, good job...
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Maketh snarls a curse under her breath and stands, stripping off her surgical gloves. She's shaking and doesn't really know why, hands trembling, she's gotten Rey's blood on her jacket, it will have to be disinfected. This shouldn't be bothering her at all, she barely knows Rey, has no right to be angry over any of it. Especially not so angry that it hurts to breathe, her hands trembling with the urge to do something foolish. Maketh thinks of the mirror in the bathroom, the one that she just replaced, and has the sudden urge to smash it again. Watch the glass scatter across the floor. She can already hear the sound it would make...
No. Stop. Stop that.
She grabs the whiskey, in the meantime, and stalks into the kitchen to wash her hands. Focus. Remember the protocol. Get rid of the gloves, that's right, put the bottle down on the counter, good job...