Selina breathed the same sigh as the machine's terrible noises ceased. She sat up as soon as she was able, despite the white pain that went shooting through her as she did so. She didn't like the prone position even at her strongest moments.
She put on a weary smile, "So? What's the story? Will I ever play piano again?"
She didn't attempt to laugh this time. It was too much.
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