and then it rises with the fall. (for winchesterbitch)
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Given the situation and given everything that had gone on in the past twenty-four hours, Madison hadn't been expecting to get any sleep the night before. So it was a surprise to her when she woke up the next day in the room they'd all agreed she'd stay in, curled up on the fold-out with a blanket tucked around her.
She sat up in bed, looked around the room for any evidence that she might still be a werewolf, a monster. She remembered waking up in the closet, seeing the destruction of the room - claw marks on the walls, broken furniture, blood underneath her fingernails from scratching at the walls.
There was none of that here. The walls were untouched, there was no evidence of anyone besides her having had to come in, no broken windows, no broken anything.
Hope filled her heart, though it was cautious. She remembered the relief when she hadn't turned, and then the crushing disappointment when she woke up on the streets and realized she had, that this wasn't over, that it would never be over...
She shook her head. Stop. Stop thinking about it.
Madison just sat there for a moment, trying to process this new information in her head. Did this mean it was over? Really over? And if it did...how?
First step in figuring that out would be telling them about it. So she pushed off the covers and got out of bed, knocking at the door to let Sam know she was awake.
Given the situation and given everything that had gone on in the past twenty-four hours, Madison hadn't been expecting to get any sleep the night before. So it was a surprise to her when she woke up the next day in the room they'd all agreed she'd stay in, curled up on the fold-out with a blanket tucked around her.
She sat up in bed, looked around the room for any evidence that she might still be a werewolf, a monster. She remembered waking up in the closet, seeing the destruction of the room - claw marks on the walls, broken furniture, blood underneath her fingernails from scratching at the walls.
There was none of that here. The walls were untouched, there was no evidence of anyone besides her having had to come in, no broken windows, no broken anything.
Hope filled her heart, though it was cautious. She remembered the relief when she hadn't turned, and then the crushing disappointment when she woke up on the streets and realized she had, that this wasn't over, that it would never be over...
She shook her head. Stop. Stop thinking about it.
Madison just sat there for a moment, trying to process this new information in her head. Did this mean it was over? Really over? And if it did...how?
First step in figuring that out would be telling them about it. So she pushed off the covers and got out of bed, knocking at the door to let Sam know she was awake.