It had gotten worse.
She was dizzy, she was weak, she had trouble focusing- in short, Sunshine was sick. Except that she didn't get sick, she got poisoned. Or starved of sunlight, like she had been those few months when she was a child and she and her mother had lived in a basement apartment, which Raven-turned-Rae had barely been able to move from, after a while, because she had been too ill. But as soon as they'd found a place with windows, she'd gotten better.
She had a place with windows now. But it had still gotten worse.
Sunshine was determined to work through it, though. She had been "dying" before, damned if she was going to do it lying down. Or with dirty laundry.
Though, as she just managed to reflect while falling against and nearly over the railing, maybe hanging the stuff out to dry on the balcony wasn't the best plan a dizzy person could come up with.
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As foretold by Cordy! I'm sorry for the delay, I got unexpectedly swamped yesterday. >.< ))