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The hospital bed was so much bigger than her own. Her bed at home was just her size, cozy and snug, just for her. It had always been just the right size for her. But this bed was big and high and the papery sheets smelled funny, and she curled tightly in the center of it, dragging the pillow down to herself. Her chest ached, as if her ribs had, overnight, grown too heavy and too stiff to perform their natural function, and her hands felt weak where they clutched the thin blue blanket.
This place- Kacey'd called it the Clinics - was very like the room where she'd been taken when she became too sick to stand, somewhere that wasn't her forty-second floor. But Ardru'd been here, and told her to stay until she was better, and so she felt no guilt, only nervousness.
This place- Kacey'd called it the Clinics - was very like the room where she'd been taken when she became too sick to stand, somewhere that wasn't her forty-second floor. But Ardru'd been here, and told her to stay until she was better, and so she felt no guilt, only nervousness.