ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

"Never," Tatum replied weakly, shuffling around a little to prop herself up more straight and comfortably so that she could regard her brother more closely. "F-For as long as I live, I'm gonna b-be a.. like, hardcore extreme wolf wrestler. Like the Crocodile Hunter, except I-I'm not dead."

Her rough night seemed to have done nothing to take away from her somewhat offbeat sense of humor, and her lips were already twitching into a smile at her own joke. "T-That was rude, but I mean.. c'mon, crikey."

Closing her eyes for just a second as, for what felt like the millionth time, her vision swam in front of her eyes. When she reopened them, there was now only one Rath rather than three or four. She wondered vaguely if she had maybe hit her head harder last night than she realized. Reaching out and taking her brother's hand, she gave it a squeeze.

"So no dad," she began, slowly trying to work into the more serious subject, one that was eating away at her even as she tried to tell herself she didn't care. Madeline had been in for a long while earlier, and it had been one of the most enlightening talks the two had ever shared. Strange, but enlightening. Tatum could honestly say she understood the older woman a lot better now.

"I don't t-think Madeline's.. I don't think m-mom is going home," she murmured, trailing off. It was her fault, of course. Her coming out had fractured the family, and now her accident was tearing them all apart entirely. It hurt her a lot to consider how things had been just last year, compared to how shit they were now. "I d-didn't mean for this to like.. h-happen," she offered weakly.