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[Lilah isn't easily frightened. In fact she's pretty much the antonym of 'damsel in distress'. But when she wakes up in a bed in a room she doesn't know in a weird apartment in what appears to be New York City she's pretty terrified.
A hand flies to her neck immediately- she can still taste the thick blood choking her as she staggers out of bed gasping for breath. It's only when she pauses in her blind panic and takes her hand from her throat (a hand that she expects to be sodden and crimson) and looks at it that she realises there's nothing there, and that she's not dying.
She doesn't notice the journal on the desk in front of her as she stares at her shaking hands and says, quite fittingly:]
What the f-
[For anyone who's worried, that sentence was going to end with fudge]
A hand flies to her neck immediately- she can still taste the thick blood choking her as she staggers out of bed gasping for breath. It's only when she pauses in her blind panic and takes her hand from her throat (a hand that she expects to be sodden and crimson) and looks at it that she realises there's nothing there, and that she's not dying.
She doesn't notice the journal on the desk in front of her as she stares at her shaking hands and says, quite fittingly:]
What the f-
[For anyone who's worried, that sentence was going to end with fudge]