In the warm light of the morning, Nina thought, just for a moment, that she was back in her bed in New York. It was an odd mistake to make, this bed a far cry from her princess frame with its down comforters and abundance of pillows, but in those few moments, filled with the haze of sleep, she thought for a moment that the movement in the room, the person pulling the curtains back, was her mother.
Not so long ago, she would have smiled at the thought. Now, she cringed, her stomach rolling over sickly, and she groaned, pressure hammering behind her eyes before she'd even opened them.
But she wasn't home. It was the island, and it was morning and she was waking up with Lily in the room, naked under Lily's sheets. She sat up blearily, holding the sheet against her chest and rubbing at her eyes, her hair falling in a mess around her face.
"Hi," she croaked, her voice hoarse from sleep, and from the excitement from the night before, most of which she only remembered bits and pieces.
"Hey," Lily answered, one side of her mouth hitching up into a faint grin before she offered the glass to Nina. The drugs could take their toll on a person, she knew that all too well, but all things considered, she didn't feel too bad. The water, though, would help Nina.
"I feel like I slept for a year," she said, raking her hand through her hair, trying to pull the tangled strands off her face. "And not in the good way." Things could be worse, but that pressure in her temples was still there and her shoulders ached, though that might have had less to do with the sleep and more to do with what she and Nina had been doing before that.
"Thanks," Nina murmured, her eyes still squinted against the light as she reached out to take the glass and bring it to her lips. Taking a small sip, and then another. It was odd, but despite the pounding in her head, the desperate thirst and disorienting grogginess, she felt more awake than she had in ages.
"Tell me, at least, that you remember everything after we came back here?" Lily asked, curling one leg under her body and sitting down on the bed again. It would be too perfect, if after all that time, after Nina imagining it or dreaming it or whatever, that she wouldn't even remember it when it actually happened.
If she didn't remember, though, Lily had no problem trying to jog her memory.
"I think we were mostly holding each other up by the time we headed back here," she admitted with a small, sly smile.
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Not so long ago, she would have smiled at the thought. Now, she cringed, her stomach rolling over sickly, and she groaned, pressure hammering behind her eyes before she'd even opened them.
But she wasn't home. It was the island, and it was morning and she was waking up with Lily in the room, naked under Lily's sheets. She sat up blearily, holding the sheet against her chest and rubbing at her eyes, her hair falling in a mess around her face.
"Hi," she croaked, her voice hoarse from sleep, and from the excitement from the night before, most of which she only remembered bits and pieces.
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"I feel like I slept for a year," she said, raking her hand through her hair, trying to pull the tangled strands off her face. "And not in the good way." Things could be worse, but that pressure in her temples was still there and her shoulders ached, though that might have had less to do with the sleep and more to do with what she and Nina had been doing before that.
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"I don't even remember coming back here."
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If she didn't remember, though, Lily had no problem trying to jog her memory.
"I think we were mostly holding each other up by the time we headed back here," she admitted with a small, sly smile.
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