It Must Have Been A Monday
Elisa came awake all at once, woken by some internal alarm, shrill and indefatigable. She'd done this before- woken up in the hospital, drugged and groggy, but usually it happened slowly, like floating to the surface of some deep pool of water.
The blanket was too warm, but her midsection ached like-
...like a wolf had...
Elisa focused and found her gaze stuck on the meaty ceiling of the med bay, and the slow pulse of her plantsuit around the tender places and bruises. So, it wasn't a dream?
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
The blanket was too warm, but her midsection ached like-
...like a wolf had...
Elisa focused and found her gaze stuck on the meaty ceiling of the med bay, and the slow pulse of her plantsuit around the tender places and bruises. So, it wasn't a dream?
"Hello? Is anyone there?"