Zoe set herself down in the front seat and closed the door behind her with a definite and satisfying slam. It felt like a proper, final sign that the door would stop the world from getting in, but even then she knew the protection of a car wasn't much protection at all. The illusion, though, was something. And Zoe did feel just a fraction better with Liz in the car beside her.
She threw up her hands. She didn't know how to describe how Rachel was. "On morphine," would have to do. "Not... really there." That was true too. For a moment Zoe considered jealousy; would it help if she was out of her head on morphine too?
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Date: 2014-09-04 12:21 pm (UTC)From:She threw up her hands. She didn't know how to describe how Rachel was. "On morphine," would have to do. "Not... really there." That was true too. For a moment Zoe considered jealousy; would it help if she was out of her head on morphine too?