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âHuh? Oh, okay.â David set her on her feet, keeping his hands held out in case Larkâs legs were no longer working. The adrenaline in his body was fading, and he started feeling like absolute shit. Mentally and physically hit by a truck. âI agree,â he said hoarsely. âI think if anything this just means we need to keep doing what weâre doing-â David took a break to cough. âThanks,â he tried to smile. âWhy does that feel like a million years ago?âÂ
Larkâs legs were fine, but her whole body felt like absolute crap. She could stand up, but she would really rather not do that. Whatever was up, it was definitely better than having David carry her around for longer. A little afraid of whatever was happening with her arms, she walked slowly in the direction of the front desk, hoping David would follow. He definitely needed to be here too. âTrauma response, probably. We should probably get ourselves checked into the hospital. Maybe if we pretend itâs like a hotel then it could almost be fun.â Lark didnât even really like hotels.







