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[not_one_drop]

Mal wakes up on her own, as it turns out, three hours later and curled on Parker's bed next to Sands. She wakes slowly and not entirely happily, cursing under her breath and stretching abused muscles.

Glances over at Sands, frowns, and lightly shakes his shoulder.

"Wake up."

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[rigthegames]

“No,” he murmurs, swatting her vaguely away.

A pause, and his eyes open a fraction, gaze unfocused.

“’s it gone?”

[not_one_drop]

"It's gone. Wake up."

Forgive her if she's a bit snappish - it's really not her fault.

[rigthegames]

“Why?”

A little snappishness on Sands’ part is probably understandable too.

He begins to sit up, and then stops abruptly, wincing. “Fuck. Hurts.”

[not_one_drop]

"I know."

She pinches the bridge of her nose, and sighs.

"I'm going to heal you again, and I want you to be awake for it."