Again, she stares, but the sensation is somewhat different: a strange prickling in her throat. Slowly, she curls her fists around the top of the blanket and tugs it up to her chin.
"Why?" she asks again, and feels foolish for it. She has done nothing but ask that since she woke up.
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Date: 2013-03-31 11:05 pm (UTC)"Why?" she asks again, and feels foolish for it. She has done nothing but ask that since she woke up.