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on_thecouch | 31.2. I am...
Friday, 2 January 2009 07:44 pm
31.2. I am…
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Tara knew that dragging tiredness from the last time she was sick enough to fall into a diabetic coma. Her body feeling like it was trapped in a wrap of wet sheets and the inability to keep her eyes open, even if she felt like she had slept for months. Lifting her head, her hands, rolling over in bed… it all felt like she was zapping the very last of her lifetime energy supply. She would never get used to the machines, either. That beeping reminded her too much and too starkly of when Lachlan was shot. The IVs always stung in her hand, too. She should be happy. She should be ecstatic. It should be the happiest time of her life. But she was miserable.
( She swallowed, trying to wet her throat which felt constantly dry now and opened her eyes again... )
Word Count | 799
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Tara knew that dragging tiredness from the last time she was sick enough to fall into a diabetic coma. Her body feeling like it was trapped in a wrap of wet sheets and the inability to keep her eyes open, even if she felt like she had slept for months. Lifting her head, her hands, rolling over in bed… it all felt like she was zapping the very last of her lifetime energy supply. She would never get used to the machines, either. That beeping reminded her too much and too starkly of when Lachlan was shot. The IVs always stung in her hand, too. She should be happy. She should be ecstatic. It should be the happiest time of her life. But she was miserable.
( She swallowed, trying to wet her throat which felt constantly dry now and opened her eyes again... )
Word Count | 799