[The hell it wasn't. She's still whimpering and sobbing, teeth sunk into her hand, and claws still digging into the other side of the table.
Perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas to start chewing on her own hand... She was well past breaking skin, and her own blood was pooling into her mouth from the bite.
As she flicked her eyes up towards the kind Doctor, something snapped. Her normally bright cerulean hues were bleeding into the familiar crimson of her 'Father's,' and she seemed to be eying the red-headed woman with all the hunger of a starved wolf.]
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Perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas to start chewing on her own hand... She was well past breaking skin, and her own blood was pooling into her mouth from the bite.
As she flicked her eyes up towards the kind Doctor, something snapped. Her normally bright cerulean hues were bleeding into the familiar crimson of her 'Father's,' and she seemed to be eying the red-headed woman with all the hunger of a starved wolf.]