Coming out from sleep was a slow process. It usually wasn't, but this morning it was. Slowly, slowly, rising out of deep murky depth filled with frights that couldn't see. When he opened his eyes, Ford didn't know at first what had happened. He was in his bed, early morning light was seeping into the room from behind the blinds, and he had Darcy's
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She sat up slightly when he moved even barely. "No, no..." she whispered. "Relax." Darcy gazed at him for a long while. His internal battle had taken quite the toll. "God, Ford..." her voice weakened. She was just glad he was awake.
Alive.
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"Wanna get up." And he tried to. Muscles tightened, pulling at least his head off the pillow. But then his body gave up and he fell back down again. "Fuuuck..."
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"Do you remember what happened?" she asked softly.
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He glared up at Darcy. She wasn't exactly helping, was she? Holding him down instead of helping him up.
"Lemme up. Nature's callin'."
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