}015 - even near-death experiences won't stop her from being smug! [VIDEO]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda, having been beaten to a pulp by Donny days ago, is finally conscious enough to deliver her message to the Barge. She's speaking from a bed in the infirmary. The infirmary, you ask? Isn't Clapet in there too, you ask right after that? Not to worry, Amanda isn't moving around any time soon and can't get close to him. She's got a badly broken nose that's been reset (but still looks like hell), and there's a huge purple bruise across the center of her face. Her right arm, straight out beside her, features a very bruised and somewhat swollen elbow, and there are bandages on her wrists--the latter, however, are a result of Martha treating her self-injury, not something from her fight with Donny. There are also bumps under her hospital gown. Those are chest tubes.

She's still crazy enough to look smug. Exhausted and in intense pain, but smug.]

People of the Barge. When I last spoke to you as Jigsaw...

[Her words devolve into a pathetic wheeze, and she places a ventilator mask over her mouth and nose to take a breath. The rest of her speech is punctuated with breaks like this, which won't be added into the text to make for less-awkward reading for you guys.]

Last time I spoke to you as Jigsaw, I told you that the games had only begun. Some of you didn't believe me. Rayne, in particular, told me I was gloating preemptively. As you all must know by now, I was telling the truth. You can do anything to me--confiscate my supplies, lock me up, beat me, even kill me--and you will never be able to take away my most powerful tools: my mind, and my hands.

[She points to each of these in turn, indicating one hand with the other. She uses her left hand to point, as her right arm is still pretty hurt.]

Clapet won his game, and as a result, also earned redemption for his crimes. He will not slaughter again. And though you may not believe me, Clapet, I am sorry for the rough treatment you suffered as we brought you into our custody. Blonsky was one of your victims, and I may have unfairly expected too much of him when instructing him not to kill or cause unnecessary harm. I apologize.

Sergeant Donowitz, I would like to congratulate you on your brutality against me. Truly, you are a fine warden. You'll have to imagine the round of applause I want to give you, however, as the arm you damaged still hurts too much for that. Do you know what "flail chest" is? It's when a segment of the ribcage breaks under pressure and detaches from the rest of the chest wall, and Dr. Jones tells me you must have caused it with your punch. A very lucky hit indeed.

Special thanks go to Edward Sexby, who probably saved me from death at the Sergeant's hands but dumped me in Level 0 rather than the Infirmary. If not for Sveta transporting me here quickly, I would likely have sustained and died of a punctured lung from the sharp edges of my broken ribs. Thank you, Sveta.

[She takes a few long breaths through the ventilator, closing her eyes. She's really suffering, but she almost welcomes it. John suffered far more than she ever has. Let her experience something close to his pain--her ongoing penance for betraying him is not yet enough, as far as she's concerned.]

Alright, enough of that bullshit.

The human body is a marvelous machine, and in time, mine will repair itself. When I'm well again, there will be more games. This is not a threat. It's a promise.

[Private to Rex]
I want to apologize for my...outburst when we last spoke. Planning for this game caused me undue stress, and you didn't deserve to have it taken out on you.

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[toldastory]

And it's not working.

[Martha spoke the words quickly, but then she moved to Amanda's IV and adjusted the level of medication that she was giving her, increasing not the amount of painkiller that she was receiving, but doing it so that it came with a greater frequency for a little while; Martha knew she'd need it.]

That's the thing, Amanda, you're making it so obvious that I don't need to tell anyone. The cuts on your wrists? I would have noticed them if I'd run into you before now.

[creatingalegacy]

[She clenched her teeth again.]

Bullshit. I wear cloth wristbands...the kind people use when they exercise. Nobody...would have ever known.

[She closed her eyes and just took a few breaths. After all the shouting and attempting to move excessively, she was exhausted and hurting almost everywhere.]

The only reason you know now...about my wrists, or my legs...is because you people stripped me...to check the extent of my injuries. That's all.

[toldastory]

I don't think that's true, Amanda. With the depth and amount of cuts, people will see and notice. People will see scarring and scabbing and you can't hide this forever. People are going to know [Martha quickly held up a hand.] Not because I'm going to tell people, I can't do that, but because you're going to give yourself away.

[creatingalegacy]

I'll just...go back to doing it on my thighs, then. Thanks...so much for the advice, you've been a...great help.

[She's switched into hateful sarcasm mode, because she honestly doesn't know how to handle this without being able to throttle her.]

[toldastory]

Not for quite some time, I imagine. You're not going to do anything of the sort while you're in the infirmary, so you'l; need to find another way. Shout at me and threaten me all you like, but that's not an answer.

[creatingalegacy]

Don't need to. Everything...hurts enough already. And when I get out...it's no longer your business.

[toldastory]

Perhaps. [Martha said in a very non-commital way and then she looked to Amanda again.]

Do you need anything?

[creatingalegacy]

Water. [Her throat and mouth were like sandpaper at that point.]

From now on, send...Svetlana or Judas to check up on me. I don't...want to deal with your bullshit...again.

[toldastory]

[Martha poured Amanda a glass of water and handed it over to her, and then she shook her head quickly.]

I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, Amanda. I'll be checking up on you and we'll be having a conversation every time I'm on shift.

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda accepted the glass, and took several small sips. Gulping, regardless of how thirsty she was, would have been a bad idea; it would only wreak havoc on her ribs.]

I'll be telling you to go fuck yourself...and hoping someone sets you on fire...every time you're on shift.

[toldastory]

That's fine, Amanda, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to do it.

[Martha left the pitcher there next to her patient and then she headed for the door.]

Light on or off? You're going to need some sleep.

[creatingalegacy]

Off. [She took another slow sip and placed the glass on the tray table next to her bed.]

[toldastory]

Off it is. [Martha flicked the light off and then softly said] Good night, Amanda, buzz if you need anything.