At current she'd barricaded herself in her room since she couldn't get them to leave. She was still suffering the physical results of her bender, shaking, hot, and then cold, nauseous even if she hand't eat anything for ...
... huh, when was the last meal she'd had?
She couldn't remember.
It was hard to think, currently, hard to keep herself in the present. She heard York's voice and suddenly imagined herself on the Mother of Invention, the classroom, the questions, all the raw pain of being left out.
"Who the fuck invited you?" She screams at the door, and then hurls a lamp at it.
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... huh, when was the last meal she'd had?
She couldn't remember.
It was hard to think, currently, hard to keep herself in the present. She heard York's voice and suddenly imagined herself on the Mother of Invention, the classroom, the questions, all the raw pain of being left out.
"Who the fuck invited you?" She screams at the door, and then hurls a lamp at it.