“She’ll be waking up then.” The young voice was better now, hopeful. She was awake – must be awake! She could hear – she could feel everything.
Only her eyes still wouldn’t open. Her mouth didn’t work. Her body wouldn’t obey her commands. She was mad at that, even scared. It should be quite distressing, but something was stopping her from feeling despair. Were her NANs forcing her to produce endorphins? Forcing her repeatedly into a dream state? To speed her healing processes? It made a… kind of sense.
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