Room 322, Sunday

[heromaniac]

When Momoko finally came to... awoke... whatever... her mind was clear again, her own. For how long, Momoko totally wasn't sure. It felt different today, yes, but she'd been going back and forth since she'd first turned grey. Oh! That would be a clue, right

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[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime was sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall. At some point he'd drifted off to sleep, his chin falling onto his chest, and his breathing coming slowly.

No matter how much the Scarab insisted that what he'd hit her with wouldn't cause any lasting damage, Jaime couldn't just... believe it. So his sleep, much like all the time he'd spent watching over her, was fitful and worried.

It wouldn't take much at all to wake him up.

[heromaniac]

Momoko was trying not to, though. She didn't want to hurt him! She needed out of the room, to get away while she was thinking clearly.

She managed to angle her arm and twist her hand to get a fingernail against her bindings. Hopefully the sound wasn't really as loud as it seemed to her.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime stirred slightly, but the emotional roller coaster of the past few days. Well, weeks, really, had worn him down, so he didn't wake up.

He just murmured in his sleep.

The words were two slurred to make out, though.

[heromaniac]

The sound made her stop, though, and she rolled slightly, checking to make sure he was still asleep. After a few seconds, she decided he wasn't awake, and pulled her feet around so she could try to sit up. Maybe that would give her a better angle to cut herself loose? At least she could watch him while she worked.

Ah ah. She slumped slightly. He looked so exhausted!