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[Flora opens her eyes, the morning sun warming her face. Moving to stretch, the girl discovers a strong set of arms wrapped around her shoulders. Strange. It was strange. Usually, Flora woke up alone. The only exception had been the very first day in Mayfield.
But what made this morning different than the countless others? Just what had changed?
Then she remembered. The poison. She must have fallen asleep and thinking back, she realized that if she had, she shouldn't still be alive. Yet...she was. Actually, she was perfectly fine. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Which made the situation very puzzling. So puzzling she couldn't really figure it out.
A thought hit her. It was one that, she didn't really want to think, but...the possibility was there. Probably more than just a possibility, considering... No, no she couldn't think like that. She was fine, there was no way she had died. Right?
Trying to sit up, she remembered the arms around her, and turned to see...Luke.
Luke.
Why was he in bed? He never slept in bed. Unless, he'd been worried so much that he...no that only made the situation even more confusing than it already was.]
M-Mr...
[She stops, realizing he's still asleep. Flora, of course, didn't want to wake him. It was rude. So instead, she tries to wiggle her way out of his arms. To no avail really. The poor girl just wasn't strong enough. So instead, she reaches over as best she can and swats the phone off the hook.
Very quietly, she speaks into it, so as not to wake Luke.]
D-does anyone know how to...umm...get out of bed without the other person waking up?
But what made this morning different than the countless others? Just what had changed?
Then she remembered. The poison. She must have fallen asleep and thinking back, she realized that if she had, she shouldn't still be alive. Yet...she was. Actually, she was perfectly fine. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Which made the situation very puzzling. So puzzling she couldn't really figure it out.
A thought hit her. It was one that, she didn't really want to think, but...the possibility was there. Probably more than just a possibility, considering... No, no she couldn't think like that. She was fine, there was no way she had died. Right?
Trying to sit up, she remembered the arms around her, and turned to see...Luke.
Luke.
Why was he in bed? He never slept in bed. Unless, he'd been worried so much that he...no that only made the situation even more confusing than it already was.]
M-Mr...
[She stops, realizing he's still asleep. Flora, of course, didn't want to wake him. It was rude. So instead, she tries to wiggle her way out of his arms. To no avail really. The poor girl just wasn't strong enough. So instead, she reaches over as best she can and swats the phone off the hook.
Very quietly, she speaks into it, so as not to wake Luke.]
D-does anyone know how to...umm...get out of bed without the other person waking up?