Lyra's Short Story

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Lyra’s sleep was dreamless, her mind dragged too far down with exhaustion into a deep unconsciousness to even bother with drifting into fantasy. As soon as she gave up the idea of survival in favor of sleep, preferring to be killed in the middle of the night over staying awake for a minute longer, she was thrown into a wonderful rest that she’d needed so desperately. It was a peaceful sort of nothingness that dwelled in her head, overworked from the events of the night and needing a break more than ever before. Comfortable slumber. Rejuvenating idleness. Blissful emptiness.

At least, until she woke, and the consequences wrought by yesterday’s activities would swing by in full force and smack her in the face. Or rather, torso—heck, maybe even her whole body. She expected all of the soreness and tender pain her stiff injury would bring as soon as she attempted to move. She expected her body and brain to complain the moment she opened her eyes, wanting to sleep for at least another full day before they’d be willing to function properly. She expected to find a rather restless day—she was never good at just lounging around to recover from anything. …show more content…

“Jesus, Kirin.” She muttered, a prolonged yawn interrupting her sentence as her senses tried and failed to crawl out of unconsciousness. “This your idea of a wake-up call? Because it sucks ass.” Her bare footsteps slowly plodded over to his side of the room, eyes forced to open halfway to not stumble into anything as a gentle hand found his good shoulder. “I get it, I know that can’t be feeling too pretty right now.” The sleepy gaze grazed over his face as she shifted herself under his arm, supporting his weight and helping him to stand so his injured side wouldn’t be strained from the effort. “Here, let’s get you downstairs—I’m sure someone has painkillers

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