Tucker Cummings

Chapter 322: Against the Dying of the Light

In Uncategorized on November 18, 2011 at 8:52 am

I decide to stare up at the ceiling for a while.

“Margery, Ripley is really broken up about this. She knows it was her bomb, her attempt to strike a blow against the boys in black, that put you in here. She’s been at your bedside every day, except for the battles. Even when she was wounded, she insisted that her bed be in here with you, just in case you woke up. But we never thought you’d be with us again.”

“Doc?”

“Yes?”

“Can I have something to drink?”

“No. You deserve one, but let’s wait another few days.”

“Please?”

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