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    Le Marais – (Chapter: We’re rotten fruit, we’re damaged goods)

    “Can I see her?” Ashley asked, shaking in her voice, her body, everything and everywhere.

     

    “When they have her settled in ICU,” Paula said. Ashley could hear that she was holding in tight, at breaking point. She understood that all too well.

     

    “I should call Gray,” it was all she could think of to say. He’d want to know, he’d have to know. Ashley stood up. “No, I want to see her first,” and her voice broke because even she had her limits.

     

    It was Paula’s hand that came out to comfort her, and to pull her back down. “Sit for a second Ashley.”

     

    Burying her head in her hands she tried to steady herself. If not for the fact that she couldn’t go to pieces here, simply because she couldn’t do it to Paula and Arthur. She felt a hand on her back. It didn’t move or stroke, it just sat there like a companion. That’s all they were now, the three of them, companions on this ride through hell. One by one they would be spit out at the end, and what would they have to show for the journey?

     

    Ashley felt like she was going to burn.

     

    “Excuse me, I’ll be back.” She couldn’t sit any longer, she had to move. She found a bathroom and stared in the mirror. Leaning over the sink and examining each line, each small facet of her face. She looked the same, how could she look the same? Everything was wrong, the world was so wrong and she looked the same. Ok, a little drawn. She tried a fake smile, it looked real. That’s what this world was… a world where fake was real and real was fake. The only thing that was important, the only real thing that mattered to Ashley was lying in a bed, unconscious, in another part of the building. Everything else was fake. This face, this reflection in the mirror was fake. She would never be the same again.

     

    Washing her face and scrubbing it dry with some paper towel she shakily threw it away and took a deep breath. Then she straightened her shirt and walked, as steadily as she could manage, back to the Carlins. They were standing, waiting.

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    Comments

    1. awww ashleyyy!! :-(. and i really like what you’re doing with spencer. it’s a coma adventure!! YAAAAY!! hehehe. those are always fun. i’m guessing the brunette in annecy is ashley. but ahh! what’s going to happennnn? dun dun dunnnn.

    2. You have such an amazing imagination. It will be interesting to find out what will happen to Spencer in her coma fantasy. I feel really bad for Ashley and the Carlins. They are worried sick about Spencer while Spencer thinks she is France. Love it already! PMS!

    3. awww ashleyyy!! :-(. and i really like what you’re doing with spencer. it’s a coma adventure!! YAAAAY!! hehehe. those are always fun. i’m guessing the brunette in annecy is ashley. but ahh! what’s going to happennnn? dun dun dunnnn.

    4. You have such an amazing imagination. It will be interesting to find out what will happen to Spencer in her coma fantasy. I feel really bad for Ashley and the Carlins. They are worried sick about Spencer while Spencer thinks she is France. Love it already! PMS!

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