Room 317, Sunday Morning

After returning from the clinic and making sure Bridge got back to his room all right, Z forced herself to take a hot shower and take double the recommended dose of Tylenol. She set the Tylenol bottle and a bottle of water on her bedside table before stealing Luke's blankets, knowing the additional heat would help, and trying to sleep. This was hard, as she was one big bruise. Her various replicates had all been only slightly battered, but it added up.

Of course, when she woke up Sunday morning, she was one big muscle cramp. "Ow," she whimpered, curling up into a ball as she groped for more Tylenol.