After it all shook down that afternoon in the cafeteria, she was in the hospital.
Unconscious.
Someplace between a deep slumber and life.
It went on like this for some days.
She lost track of time, space, whatever else was going on in the immediate world.
The only sounds in the room were the quiet drips of an IV bag and hum of a small monitor, its winding octopus legs attached to her by sticky circles.
Once in awhile, people came in and out.
There was talking.
But she heard nothing. Saw nothing.
Rather, nothing registered about her relationship to earth.
But while she was away, her mind kept moving forward, simply creating pictures while she slept...
She had been in such desperate need of sleep.
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