[Ginia remains sitting awkwardly on the edge of the examination table, hands folding and resting on her lap. She rubs her fingers against each other, remembering how each finger was systematically dislocated, then popped back into place and healed. It's hard not remembering the pain, the tears streaming down her face, her ragged breathing.]
[Action, April 2nd] cw: torture
[Ginia remains sitting awkwardly on the edge of the examination table, hands folding and resting on her lap. She rubs her fingers against each other, remembering how each finger was systematically dislocated, then popped back into place and healed. It's hard not remembering the pain, the tears streaming down her face, her ragged breathing.]