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un_glovedIt was a jarring way to come to. Rogue lurched upward, jolted, before her body could protest the activity. The fatigue, the stiffness, the ache, all the same as last time. She looked at the empty chair beside her bed, the one piece of furniture salvaged from the hut. A sudden, roiling wave of nausea came over her and she curled over, wrapping her arms as far around her head as they would go and keeling slowly over into her pillows.
Not moving. Not moving and not opening her eyes, that sounded like a good plan. She shivered in the air conditioning, sliding her hands up into the voluminous sleeves of the oversized t-shirt, up and down over her shoulders. What a wreck. She stayed that way for less than half a minute, trying to focus on what was important about what her fingers were touching. Some awful tension knots in her shoulders, sure...
The second jolt was just as uncomfortable but more decisive, and she pushed herself clumsily out of the bed, traded the long legged pajama bottoms for a pair of running shorts that stuck out from under the bed, and pulled on her flats as she hobbled for the door. She exited swiftly, not bothering to check on anyone else on her way out, and was, finally hitting her stride, muscles forced to loosen, running down the hall for the exit compound when a thought struck her. She pivoted back and ran to the bathroom to rinse her mouth with whatever most closely resembled edible bleach, splashed water on her face but steadfastly did not look at herself in the mirror as she did so, and then was off and running again.
Apparently, judging by the still and relative inactivity, or only the few, confused and groggy looking people she spotted along the way, the rest of the island's inhabitants were just waking up from their comas, or just finding out that the strangeness had passed. Those were the few who looked relieved, if still aggravated.
The way was so familiar it didn't take long, and she pushed the door to Spike's place open without knocking. She took a moment in the doorway to catch her breath.
Not moving. Not moving and not opening her eyes, that sounded like a good plan. She shivered in the air conditioning, sliding her hands up into the voluminous sleeves of the oversized t-shirt, up and down over her shoulders. What a wreck. She stayed that way for less than half a minute, trying to focus on what was important about what her fingers were touching. Some awful tension knots in her shoulders, sure...
The second jolt was just as uncomfortable but more decisive, and she pushed herself clumsily out of the bed, traded the long legged pajama bottoms for a pair of running shorts that stuck out from under the bed, and pulled on her flats as she hobbled for the door. She exited swiftly, not bothering to check on anyone else on her way out, and was, finally hitting her stride, muscles forced to loosen, running down the hall for the exit compound when a thought struck her. She pivoted back and ran to the bathroom to rinse her mouth with whatever most closely resembled edible bleach, splashed water on her face but steadfastly did not look at herself in the mirror as she did so, and then was off and running again.
Apparently, judging by the still and relative inactivity, or only the few, confused and groggy looking people she spotted along the way, the rest of the island's inhabitants were just waking up from their comas, or just finding out that the strangeness had passed. Those were the few who looked relieved, if still aggravated.
The way was so familiar it didn't take long, and she pushed the door to Spike's place open without knocking. She took a moment in the doorway to catch her breath.
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