#o:leah

[pm]  Out of it how?  Did something else happen?  Do you need anything?If they can’t, we’ll order three.  I’m sure we can find a glass the size of your head somewhere in the Bend, so I’m really not worried about the logistics of this.  Are we talking chocolate with a cherry on top?

[pm] Oh I just sort of had a fever for a while, you know? One of the demon infections was causing a bit more trouble. I think Bea actually has one of those glasses that can hold an entire bottle of wine. Maybe that would work. Or it might be mine...I don’t actually remember who bought it. Or we might even have three of them...

[pm] Hey- sorry the fever had me I was sort of out of it for a while a minute. I'm only free if you think they can make me a milkshake the size of my head.

[pm] Of course you are, Nell.  Of course you’re tired.  You have every right to be tired.  And to rest for as long as you need it, too.

I love you too.

They might…shit they might not have helped, Nell.  They’re not full proof, and they can’t bring anyone back from the brink of dea injuries that are too great.

I…this might not be the time for this, but I spent a lot of time feeling guilty that I never collected tears before Bea died.  That I didn’t give any to you all before it happened.  But there is no use in torturing ourselves with what-ifs like that, especially if we have no guarantee that they would have helped.  

[pm] All I do is rest. I don’t have that much of a choice cause of the demon injury shit but...I don’t know I wanna lay in bed all the time cause I’m so fucking tired but- I also know I shouldn’t just lay here. I don’t know.

We could have at least tried, though.