Untitled (Eleanor H.)

There's a bottle on the table, filled with water from the tap just a few short weeks ago. Callie locks the door before raising it to her mouth, and draining it.

Then the monsters appear. Within an hour, she's curled on her bunk with her hands pressed over her face, wishing her stupid brain would just hurry up and -


She sits up, opens her eyes, and smiles. “Aiden.”

“What are you doing, Callie? This is dangerous.”

“I needed to see you again.”

He frowns. “I'm not really here. You're hallucinating.”

“I know,” she insists. “But I still wanted to see you. I have to tell you something.”

“Whatever it is, it's not worth you doing this to yourself.”

She rolls her eyes. Aiden would say that. But this is important.

She takes a breath. Come on, Callie Blue, you've faced down BOBs and CROCs and Craig Rainbow's idea of art. Surely you can handle this.

“I just wanted to say…” She hesistates.

Aiden's eyes are on her, and knowing it's not really him does nothing to ease her nerves. That was the last of the tainted water. She doesn't have another shot at this.

She wraps her arms around him, for the first - last - time.


fic/callie.txt · Last modified: 2013/03/05 13:10 by gm_jonathan
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