Re: ...continued from up top
Molly didn't WANT to move. Moving would likely make the hurting worse. Bad as it was now, the moment she moved everything would shift. "No siezing my brain. No fuge in C minor. Need morpheous' poppy elixer, not emergency meds. Need my Sean to say all will be well. He's okay, right?" Her voice rose a moment at the thought of her uncle being in as bad a shape. He may be larger than life to her, but she'd seen him recovering from being shot. He was mortal and flesh and blood.
Then she heard someone throw up and smelled the acrid stench of it. Oh, she was going to loose it. She was going to play follow the leader. No, she wasn't. If she did it'd be more trouble for herself and other people. Calm thoughts. Field of flowers. Hugh Jackman. Naked. Happy place here I am. No sick. No sick. No sick.