[It's hard to hear the scuffling from outside, given how sickness makes her head pound unnaturally, how her body aches and trembles. Determination alone gets her to the house where she knows Quark is resting, and determination alone opens the door.
It's the Laws that spur her to drop everything in the doorway and sprint.
She doesn't want to hurt him. She can't hurt him. But there's still plenty of force as she drops herself between Watson and Quark, force behind the grip that she shoves against his arm, against his gripping fingers, her hand digging into his coatsleeve with a strength that isn't quite human, isn't quite right for a woman her size.
It's hard. It's so, so hard to keep her grip when her body screams with sickness. But she can't let Quark be harmed. Especially not like this.]
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It's the Laws that spur her to drop everything in the doorway and sprint.
She doesn't want to hurt him. She can't hurt him. But there's still plenty of force as she drops herself between Watson and Quark, force behind the grip that she shoves against his arm, against his gripping fingers, her hand digging into his coatsleeve with a strength that isn't quite human, isn't quite right for a woman her size.
It's hard. It's so, so hard to keep her grip when her body screams with sickness. But she can't let Quark be harmed. Especially not like this.]
John! John, l-let go of him! Let go!!