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aldersprigChapter 63: Abednego draft
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Sunday, April 15, 2001
Abednego shifted back and forth on the couch. His heart had stopped aching; his… everything had stopped hurting, thanks to the blue pills and a few days of doing absolutely nothing, although he was going to have to learn to walk all over again.
They were all staring at him. It was the first day he’d been up and around, and every single one of the people in the suite were staring at him.
No, he realized, Zeke was staring at Joff. Which kind of made sense. Joff was acting weirder than normal.
Abednego scooted back on the couch, although it didn’t really work. His knees — his everything — went all in the wrong directions now. “Say something?” He meant it as a plea. It made everyone jump.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Sunday, April 15, 2001
Abednego shifted back and forth on the couch. His heart had stopped aching; his… everything had stopped hurting, thanks to the blue pills and a few days of doing absolutely nothing, although he was going to have to learn to walk all over again.
They were all staring at him. It was the first day he’d been up and around, and every single one of the people in the suite were staring at him.
No, he realized, Zeke was staring at Joff. Which kind of made sense. Joff was acting weirder than normal.
Abednego scooted back on the couch, although it didn’t really work. His knees — his everything — went all in the wrong directions now. “Say something?” He meant it as a plea. It made everyone jump.
read on...
