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Jan. 26th, 2007 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersIt's late afternoon when Shelley finds the headache has receded enough for her to sit up without too much discomfort. She's still fairly dizzy, and her head feels hot underneath chilled fingers, but she makes herself get out of bed anyhow.
Ten minutes under a hot shower spray leaves her feeling slightly more like herself, if 'herself' bears much resemblance to a half-drowned, redheaded kitten. But the girl gamely ties on a warm dressing gown, rubs halfheartedly at her hair to change it from sopping wet to just damp, and heads carefully downstairs, slippers flopping on each step.
Determined, she makes her way to the couch and sits, slightly rueful at how accomplished she now feels.
Ten minutes under a hot shower spray leaves her feeling slightly more like herself, if 'herself' bears much resemblance to a half-drowned, redheaded kitten. But the girl gamely ties on a warm dressing gown, rubs halfheartedly at her hair to change it from sopping wet to just damp, and heads carefully downstairs, slippers flopping on each step.
Determined, she makes her way to the couch and sits, slightly rueful at how accomplished she now feels.
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Date: 2007-01-27 01:20 am (UTC)She should say something.
But apart from what she had just said - what she'd been trying to say for months, she will not take it back now - what is there to say?
She looks down again, cheeks flushing.
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Date: 2007-01-27 01:24 am (UTC)