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Mar. 30th, 2012 10:43 pmMeg sort of drifts awake, mind still shaking itself free of a muddled dream about trying to pitch a tent in the desert with Alain.
She has felt worse.
At least, she's pretty sure she's felt worse.
Meg opens her eyes and then comes the taking stock of things -- strange bed, strange room, not home, Milliways, chickenpox, quarantined, Carlisle, feel dreadful, too hot, fever, Edward --
She stops, eyes coming back to focus on the other person in the room.
Hello, Edward. You weren't here before, were you?
She has felt worse.
At least, she's pretty sure she's felt worse.
Meg opens her eyes and then comes the taking stock of things -- strange bed, strange room, not home, Milliways, chickenpox, quarantined, Carlisle, feel dreadful, too hot, fever, Edward --
She stops, eyes coming back to focus on the other person in the room.
Hello, Edward. You weren't here before, were you?
