Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

Thank all the stars that she couldn’t remember her dreams the moment her eyes slipped open. Though she had tossed and turned her fair share sleeping off the bad mixture of drugs. She awoke feeling restless and stressed, and couldn’t quite remember why. The time after taking the mushroom tea felt a little vague in her memories.

What wasn’ vague was the shape of a cot beside her own. When she blinked her vision clear and sat up a little, she realised that it was the white healer who had set a cot near her. She felt… she didn’t know what. Confused, surprised? She covered it with a mild annoyance. Sounding miffed as she spoke. “Don’t you have your own room?” she asked dryly.


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