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[wergelds]

             the too-bright morning light bounces off the sterile walls and brown eyes blink back to life. every fiber of her being is sore and numb at the same time and a headache rages. something is taped to her wrist and she can feel oxygen tubes settled beneath her nostrils. the room finally comes into focus and the first face she sees is — -     ❛   NANCY ? what happened ?   ❜     it’s barely a croak, throat rusty from disuse. - – — @herangelic

[hawkinstm-blog]

She slowly shifted while she put the plates into the sink while she turned around gazing at her daughter for a moment or two. “Hey, sweetheart..?” she asked softly. “How have you been..are you okay?” she asked suddenly staring towards her with a soft expression. “You know i’m always here, okay..? We can..always talk.” she offered a weak but genuine smile. 

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