[She's silent. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Perfectly numb -- until she starts thinking. Which is always a dangerous thing to do when you're trying not to hyperventilate and cry and panic -- because as her thoughts stray, they inevitably stray to the image she saw over the network, and her stomach lurches --
Finally, she speaks, her voice low and soft, and numb. As if she's realized something, but her heart hasn't quite caught up to it.]
If he doesn't wake up, or come back, or remember who I am, I'm going to lose it.
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Finally, she speaks, her voice low and soft, and numb. As if she's realized something, but her heart hasn't quite caught up to it.]
If he doesn't wake up, or come back, or remember who I am, I'm going to lose it.