... Right. (her powers. did she see what abby was dreaming about? she really hopes not but she feels horribly awkward to think that she might have. there's a very long pause before she can think to say anything else, in which clarisse sits straight-backed on the edge of her bed and the both of them don't look at each other, and it feels so, so awful.
at least she's alive. abby would take this strangeness between them a thousand times over clarisse's lifeless body, broken and bloody, stretched out across the floor of her father's surgery.)
I'm good.
(nothing about this is good, but clarisse looks so tired and uncomfortable, and abby feels bad for having woken her up. she smiles, a brief flicker, an empty gesture.) Thanks C.
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at least she's alive. abby would take this strangeness between them a thousand times over clarisse's lifeless body, broken and bloody, stretched out across the floor of her father's surgery.)
I'm good.
(nothing about this is good, but clarisse looks so tired and uncomfortable, and abby feels bad for having woken her up. she smiles, a brief flicker, an empty gesture.) Thanks C.