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the view from the hospital window is nice---even with the presence of news van after news van and the dull rhythm of reporter after reporter after reporter giving their stand-up for the breaking news sweeping the community at large, it’s easy enough to get distracted by the warmth of the sun in the sky; congratulations. you’ve lived to see another day. only when she hears the door open and promptly shut a moment later does she turn her gaze away, fixing it on the woman in the white lab coat, a gentle (if not sheepish) smile crossing her lips.
‘ I know, I know---I shouldn’t be straining myself. ’ and while there is a dull ache in her bones, only overshadowed by the pain in her gut where she was previously stabbed and then stitched and then re-stitched after a second brawl with a killer that just didn’t know when to die---she hates laying around, especially when she’s anxious. ‘ what doesn’t kill you, right? ’
