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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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Morning 189; @notasidekick; text

[nursetemple]

Alfie, I

[That's how the message starts. Claire doesn't think she can face any other kind of communication right now. Voice to text has to do.]

I died. Or whatever it is that happened, it happened to me, and now I'm alive again, I don't know, I don't know how long it's been.

[She heaves a shaky breath. She's been unable to get herself back under control, since she woke up in a morgue. Trying to get out of that body bag had just increased her panic.

Now, she's sitting on the floor with her useless hands on her lap and her tablet in front of her on the ground as she talks to it. She keeps on starting sentences and stopping them, not wanting to seem as scared and panicked as she feels. She'll get a hold of herself. She'll be okay.]

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[RELIEF.]

Not long. Less than a day. Kid called me last night.

Can you leave yet?

[Being stuck in the morgue is the literal worst, and the sooner she gets out the better.]

[nursetemple]

[A day. Less than a day. Good - good. Maybe she just fainted. Maybe she's concussed, but there's no way of knowing when she can't use her hands.]

Okay, that's good, a day.

[Another pause.]

I think I can leave. I'm in what looks like a police station, I think.

[devoutish]

[Damn. Not the chapel.]

Can you come on audio?

>audio

[nursetemple]

[She heaves another heavy, trembling breath, rolling her shoulders to try and ease the tension that's making any movement painful. Then, she asks her tablet to switch to audio.]

Yeah. Hi.

[Her voice is small, a big part of her absolutely scared stiff. She was hoping it wouldn't reflect in her voice, but she's not sure it doesn't.]

>audio

[devoutish]

Get outside as soon as you can. You'll be all right.

[He sounds gentler than usual.]

[nursetemple]

Alfie - [She pauses, the words hurting her. She feels the urgent need to pray, to call upon a higher being that could help them. Help her.]

I can't feel my hands. Everything is. Numb, up to my wrists, I can't move them or use them.

[She got what he said, with the getting out, and she plans on it, but she has to say it. She has to say the words, because it's real and it's happening and it's making her nauseous.]

[devoutish]

Watson had that. Talk to him; ask him how he dealt with it.

[nursetemple]

[She opens her mouth, takes an audible breath, before releasing it.]

I'm sorry, if I worried you.

[devoutish]

Ah - dead one evening, living the next morning. You could have done worse.

[nursetemple]

[That earns him a chuckle, as weak as it is.]

I guess.

[She pauses, taking the time to try and get her breathing back to normal.]

Is Kid okay?

[devoutish]

Not in the least. I sent him off to Watson.

Do you need somebody in the area to meet up with?

[nursetemple]

Shit.

[Next: contact Kid. Let him know she's okay.]

I'm okay, I'm okay. I actually should go, get moving.

[The idea of not being in control in front of people she might not know that well doesn't sit well with her. She needs some time to gather herself.

She wants to hang up right away, but she's not childish enough to do so. Her panic is her own, Alfie doesn't have to deal with it. So she'll say goodbye, at least.]

I'll talk to you later, okay? Sorry about - all this.

[Then she does hang up, staring down at her hands with icy fear gripping at her heart.]

[devoutish]

[He calls back immediately, because of course.]

Claire.

[nursetemple]

[Claire sighs, but she replies.]

Alfie.

[devoutish]

Do you know who is in the area?

[nursetemple]

No. I need to get back to Kid anyway. I can do it myself.

[She knows she's not being rational, but she can't help herself.]

[devoutish]

Yeah, I told him you were gonna say that.

You need someone for yourself, as well.

[nursetemple]

Told who? Kid?

[Her head drops, chin to her chest. He is calmer than she is, right now.]

All right. What would you have me do?

[devoutish]

Don't push it down and ignore it.

[nursetemple]

I'm not trying to. [She's sincere, sounding tired.]

I'm trying to parse it.

[A pause.]

And I wouldn't say no to help, I just don't know where to even start.

[devoutish]

Talk.

[nursetemple]

[Claire takes another deep breath, mouth open on words that don't come out, at first.]

It didn't feel... It didn't feel like it should have. There wasn't any of that life before your eyes stuff. When I got kidnapped, I had plenty of times to think about all the shit I regret. But here... it was just like, one second to the next.

[She wants to snap her fingers. Looking down at her hand, intently, she tries, tries. But nothing.]

And then I wake up in pitch black, and I roll around when I realize I'm in a bag, and I fall off and I have to open the zipper with my teeth, because my hands are - I don't even know what they are.

[As she talks, she gets more animated, sounding angrier by the word. And she is - it's humiliating, and terrifying, and she wants everything to make sense, but nothing does. Nothing does.]

[devoutish]

They'll come back, in a few days. It never lasts forever.

[nursetemple]

Yeah. [She drags her forearm under her nose, closing her eyes against the wave of nausea.]

I could deal with that if not for the dying part.