Inside Jeff's room, Claire does a jarred double-take in the direction of all the noise. Two things become very clear to her now, one being that she feels as cold as the slightly damp plastic floor under her legs. The other is that whatever just happened, it is bad.
Her chest tightens painfully with fear, and she rises slowly. Her hand shakes against the porcelain sink. Her knees feel like jelly.
Wells is hurt. Dead?
She can't move, frozen stiff from the fear and nausea. What happens now?
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Date: 2008-09-28 08:40 pm (UTC)Her chest tightens painfully with fear, and she rises slowly. Her hand shakes against the porcelain sink. Her knees feel like jelly.
Wells is hurt. Dead?
She can't move, frozen stiff from the fear and nausea. What happens now?