[wanda comes back to slowly, but there's a warmth that keeps her anchoredβa voice that pulls her out from the depths of her unconscious mind. for a very, very brief moment, she thinks back to herself waking up from a feverish sleep to her mother reassuring her that she'd get better.
her eyes open slowly, and she finds herself looking up at a familiar face.]
Claire. [she swallows, her throat feeling dry, and trying to push herself up to sit; she's a little disoriented, her eyes not quite focusing, the blood that's dripped from her nose a mess on her skin. in a mumble, wanda offers,] βthe sky's spinning.
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her eyes open slowly, and she finds herself looking up at a familiar face.]
Claire. [she swallows, her throat feeling dry, and trying to push herself up to sit; she's a little disoriented, her eyes not quite focusing, the blood that's dripped from her nose a mess on her skin. in a mumble, wanda offers,] βthe sky's spinning.