The infirmary is very full now, and Daffodil is feeling a little overwhelmed. She had tried to get out of the bed and find somewhere a little quieter, but the instant her toes had touched the ground, the usual plants had begun springing up, accompanied by the less-usual sickening, draining feeling, and she had swung her legs quickly back onto the
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Ow ow ow.
This are the noise Angua doesn't make as she turns her head to the side, and smiles. Hellboy has be-shirted her now, at least, and the bruising's subsided, even if her bones are still sore.
"That's pretty," she remarks.
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"Thank you." She would pick a rose for the blonde who had saved her, but she doesn't think she could thow one that far. And she isn't going to ry walking again.
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"How are you feeling?" she asks instead.
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-- and the growth of the plant shocked her, and she reached for it, touching it, and yet still not sure if anyone else can see it there.
It might not really be. Like that stick wasn't.
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"Careful," says the little girl in the bed the bush is growing by.
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"Making sure it was not a hallucination," she explains. "Produced by too much melatonin. I overslept."
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"It's growing in a funny place, but it's real. Would you like a flower?"
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There is a voice from a blond, who is pale and wan but young, coming from another bed. "Are you a mutant, little girl?"
Just curious, and all.
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"What's a mutant?"
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"And my name's Daffodil. What's yours?"
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