"Tycho." It's soft, yet harsh through her clenched teeth. Her hand is fisted in the sheets, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She won't lose control like this. Not right now.
"Don't stay." She says, voice a whisper. "We'll leave. For a few days...just to get your mind back."
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Date: 2006-10-18 06:18 am (UTC)"Don't stay." She says, voice a whisper. "We'll leave. For a few days...just to get your mind back."