Test Thirty-two: Find a cure for my life, find a cure --happy new year?
[There's a small clatter as the journal is pushed away--and pushed on. All it picks up at first is the sound of heavy breathing, like someone catching their breath--or trying not to cry, perhaps. Recovering.
It doesn't get better, but changes to sound more like someone trying to breathe through pain, rather than fear.]
Nnngh, 'hurts.
[Finally, finally, her breathing slows down, and she grabs the journal, but still speaks in a whisper, hoping not to wake Reno before she can escape]
Stupid Long Night.
It doesn't get better, but changes to sound more like someone trying to breathe through pain, rather than fear.]
Nnngh, 'hurts.
[Finally, finally, her breathing slows down, and she grabs the journal, but still speaks in a whisper, hoping not to wake Reno before she can escape]
Stupid Long Night.