Instantly, pain slices through your fingers— but when you look there’s no sign of blood. Instead, you can hear Eve’s voice, faintly:
“’First, do no harm’… am I really cut out for this? Like I won’t do more harm than good.”
As you take it, the fire under the pot abruptly leaps, no longer sputtering as it flares to life. It’s not long before the pot set over it begins to finally boil in earnest, and the room starts to fill with warmth.
Re: cw passive suicidal thoughts
Instantly, pain slices through your fingers— but when you look there’s no sign of blood. Instead, you can hear Eve’s voice, faintly:
“’First, do no harm’… am I really cut out for this? Like I won’t do more harm than good.”
As you take it, the fire under the pot abruptly leaps, no longer sputtering as it flares to life. It’s not long before the pot set over it begins to finally boil in earnest, and the room starts to fill with warmth.