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Steph's slept most of the past two days, drifting in and out of semi-wakefulness, enough to hold a few disjointed conversations - occasionally with the wall, yes, but conversations nonetheless. This time, though, something's different; she's still woozy and easily confused, but things are making more sense. Someone's glued up the cracks in the world - it's holding steady.
She moves, cautiously, and although it still hurts deep in her chest, it isn't unbearable any more. She doesn't feel quite so much like a train hit her. (A car, or a small truck, maybe. But not a train.) When her eyes open this time, they stay open, curious and alert.
It's a nice change.
She moves, cautiously, and although it still hurts deep in her chest, it isn't unbearable any more. She doesn't feel quite so much like a train hit her. (A car, or a small truck, maybe. But not a train.) When her eyes open this time, they stay open, curious and alert.
It's a nice change.