Redhawk Caldera Take your fears and let them go

Under normal circumstances, Bridget would have stayed and talked her through it. She would have made sure she was okay, talked shit about the focus of the hurt, and not given up until she'd made her friend laugh.

But she was the source of this. Just like Teya was the source of hers. The medic took a step back too and let her lilac gaze rest on Teya for a lengthened moment. I'll see you later. Take care of yourself, okay?

That response, the tone, wasn't one she liked leaving her with. But Bridget sensed she didn't have a choice, and the boundaries between them were going to be increasingly fragile things going forward. Respecting that was the only way they'd get through this.

She hurt too, but it felt less like an open wound and more like a weathered scar. This wasn't anything she hadn't learned to expect by now. With a last quiet glance, Bridget left her alone.