[b]Katie - Haywood - Rob, Lauren[/b]

Katie stared at Rob. Her small face was impassive, but her eyes... her eyes...
She stared at him with more hatred, more malice, more anger then any child should have in their bodies. At that moment, she looked exactly like Tyler.

"I hate you," she told him.

At that moment... she hated... everyone...

She jerked herself out of Lauren's hands and ran. She ran out of the house. There were people outside but she ignored them. She heard Emma calling to her but didn't reply. She only ran.

She hated all of them. She never wanted to see any of them ever again. She hoped they would all die.

She fell and skinned her knees, jarring her arm which made her scream at the pain. She heard people calling her name but she only got up and kept running. There was only one place she wanted to be right now.

Finally losing track of the people following her, Katie ran into the building they had come to when they first arrived. Amazingly her blanket fort was still there in the laundry room, untouched. The small child climbed inside and huddled there, her arms wrapped around her knees. She didn't cry. She only sat staring.

Rob had pretended to be her friend, but he wasn't.
Emma had pretended to be her friend, but she wasn't.
No one was her friend. They were all liars. They all said her daddy was bad, but he wasn't.
They were bad.

She would wait.
Wait until everyone fell asleep tonight. Once they did, she would take what she could find and leave. She'd find her daddy by herself. And once she did, she would never trust anyone, never love anyone but him ever again.

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[b]Heather - Camp/Medic Tent - Hank[/b]

Heather's head jerked up as someone entered the tent. Her eyes narrowed and her body stiffened when she realized who it was.

Hank.

Even the momentary eye contact hurt like hell, making her turn away.
She scoffed at the tie. Did he really think he could order her around? She'd tie it if she wanted to and she didn't want to.
"If you thought he was a danger then you shouldn't have brought him in the first place," she said bluntly before turning her attention back to the unconcious man. She continued cleaning off his chest. There was a nasty looking wound on his side. She peered at it. "He's been hurt, badly. Someone, either him or someone else, cauterized the wound. Burned it closed," she clarified. She dug around in the bag at her feet and found some salve and began to apply it gently.

With how coldly she spoke to Hank, Heather turned warm and gentle with patients. It was what made her a good nurse. She cared about people and treated them like she cared.

When he mentioned getting food she snorted. "Didn't know you cared," she snapped, then closed her eyes and sighed.
She was doing it again. Letting him turn her into a cold bitch that she didn't want to be.
She rubbed the spot between her eyes and tried again.
"It makes more sense for me to be here when he wakes up," she said, trying to be civil but her tone was about as warm as a tarantula. "He'll be more likely to behave with me, because I am a woman. Besides, I'm not hungry."