"If I'm useless, why am I here?" she slurred back, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was feeling dry, and her tongue tasted like cotton and bile. She thought maybe she was finally going to lose consciousness. Maybe she had exerted herself too much.
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Date: 2009-11-07 07:09 pm (UTC)