The chain of my manacle clinked taut as I yanked my right hand forward angrily. The pain that caused me in my midsection stopped me from doing it again.
Ow.
A girl in a nurse’s uniform pushed the curtain aside to enter. I identified her as a girl rather than a woman because she barely looked older than me.
If not for the fact that Taylor knows how she looks both in and out of costume and would probably identify her as such immediately, I’d suspect this of being Panacea.
Oh, and the pointlessness of Panacea changing into a nurse’s uniform.
Bigger in the chest, for sure, but baby faced, petite.
…it really does seem like the chest and/or general attractiveness tend to be the first things Taylor looks to when describing girls/women.
As a third theory for why that is, on top of “Taylor’s own insecurities with her appearance leads her to immediately compare other women favorably to herself” and “Taylor is bi”… I’m acutely aware that this is written by a male author. 😉
Her brown hair was in a braid, and the lashes of her downcast eyes were long as she stepped to the foot of my bed, picked up a clipboard. She was very carefully not looking my way.
“Hi,” I spoke.
What has the PRT been telling her, I wonder?
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