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here.]The room was mainly empty when Michael reached it, which was fine by him. It wasn't that he didn't feel sympathy for the other patients, but he also didn't know if it would be helpful for him to talk to them. The staff seemed to think that forming bonds amongst themselves would lead to recovery, but to him it felt more like they would
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It turned out to be a good choice when she spotted Zack across the room, scribbling on some papers. The sight had her smiling faintly as she crossed the room to sink down on the couch beside him, not missing the fact that he'd apparently hit the showers first thing as well. She didn't blame him at all. If she'd felt awful this morning, she couldn't imagine how he'd felt.
"Taking advantage of having thumbs again, are you?" she teased him gently as she grabbed a pillow and curled herself around it, her arms snugly tucked about its center. "How are you feeling this morning?"
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"You bet I am," he replied with a laugh. "But really, I have to say, I feel great. I didn't even know if I'd be back to myself when I woke up, so I was pretty thrilled when everything was back where it should be." And as far as he could tell, nothing had been misplaced when he'd been put back together. He was just glad that he didn't actually remember changing back, since it wasn't like he needed to go through that pain twice.
"What about you?" She wasn't jumpy, but it also wasn't dark in here. Still, he was guessing that if his side effects had worn off completely then Rose's probably had too. "A shower can really make all the difference, can't it?"
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Especially after breakfast with Damon and Alaric this morning. Normally she could get along better with Damon's comments and sense of humor, but she'd been raw this morning, and feeling vulnerable. Not a good time to be around this particular Salvatore brother. At least, not as he was now. It made her miss her friend even more, now that that balance was unsettled and missing again. She stifled a sigh, wondering if she'd ever get it back.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, though," she added, derailing her own trail of thought before she depressed herself again. "No lingering side effects, I hope? Mine seemed to fade when I woke up this morning, but it's not really dark and scary at the moment, either. I suppose I'll have to wait and see how things are tonight. And no more experimentation with unlabeled drugs in the future, I think."
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"We knew each other before we showed up here," she added, then hesitated, figuring she better amend that. "Sort of." There was a faintly wistful tone to her voice as she spoke, but she did her best to shake it off.
"Let's hope it stays gone, whatever it was," she added a moment later. "I'd prefer not to have that linger more than it did. It would make nights damned inconvenient around here."
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Rose shot him a weak smile. "Well, luckily for both of us, you were astonishingly less frightening than whatever my imagination was conjuring in the shadows," she commented. "Which is impressive, since... dogs are not my favorite creatures." Understatement of the century, that.
"I should be thanking you, honestly. And apologizing. I feel rather mortified about it now. Having a hysterical female on your hands wasn't high on the priority list, I'm certain. Especially when you technically didn't have hands. Thank you for being patient."
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At his mention of the man who seemed to run this place, she cocked her head to the side, cheek propped on her palm as she studied him intently. "Is he likely to? I don't know much about him, or the ones in charge here. And from what it sounded like, what was offered last night was pretty rare?"
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She'd pieced together details here and there, from conversations and information, all from different sources. But more was never a bad thing and she was still trying to get a better view of the bigger picture. Although she didn't know how successful she'd be. She wasn't sure anyone had a good idea of the big picture here.
She was relieved Zack was so willing to talk, however. He was the first person she felt comfortable relaxing with around here, what with everything else so confused and jumbled. Or forgotten entirely. It was a relief, not to have to watch every word out of her mouth.
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Which was frustrating, but unsurprising. She tilted her head back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. "It all sounds rather futile and impossible, when you look at what we have to work with. Impressive, really, since I bet if most of us were home, a place like this wouldn't contain us for longer than five minutes."
She'd observed a lot of that over the past day, mostly hinted at in conversations she'd listened in on, or what she'd picked up from the board this morning. And from what she observed. Considering who'd been picked from Mystic Falls, she had to wonder if that was the pattern. This place certainly seemed to be collecting people who would otherwise be very hard to keep ( ... )
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And it would happen ( ... )
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Realizing she'd derailed her own train of thought again, her gaze flicked back to his face, letting herself relax a little more. "No. They won't be able to hold this many for long. I can't imagine any force that could, to be honest. Apparently they enjoy a challenge."
Either that or they were extremely lucky.
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