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geeky_agentChris sniffled a little and wiped at her nose with a tissue.
Her nose had stopped bleeding.
It was weird that it didn't even worry her that much. At first she'd been terrified but now she was resigned to it. Although sometimes she wondered if this hemorraging would spread to other organs - if that's how she would die.
A short coughing fit overtook her, when it was over she laid back against the pillows.
The ears were gone. She seemed to grow and lose new body parts quickly. Soon they'll be enough for a whole new person! She had extra fingers and toes. There was also a growth on her back, on each side of her spine. Chris wasn't sure what they were but it was getting more difficult to lie on her back.
Her skin was a horrible blue color. She looked like a deformed three-day old cadaver.
A small sigh. She just wanted this to be over.
Her nose had stopped bleeding.
It was weird that it didn't even worry her that much. At first she'd been terrified but now she was resigned to it. Although sometimes she wondered if this hemorraging would spread to other organs - if that's how she would die.
A short coughing fit overtook her, when it was over she laid back against the pillows.
The ears were gone. She seemed to grow and lose new body parts quickly. Soon they'll be enough for a whole new person! She had extra fingers and toes. There was also a growth on her back, on each side of her spine. Chris wasn't sure what they were but it was getting more difficult to lie on her back.
Her skin was a horrible blue color. She looked like a deformed three-day old cadaver.
A small sigh. She just wanted this to be over.
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Date: 2005-07-16 11:18 am (UTC)They do, after all, help the congestion. A little.
And then Elaine sits and begins to make the soothing balm for the rash on Chris's hand.
There isn't much else she can do, and that knowledge is terribly painful.
She doesn't ask if Christine is all right. Elaine knows she isn't.
"He'll be all right," she murmurs instead. "Don't worry."