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Both of Leslie's parents had taken the day off, of course, but she was
just as confused as they were as to why the rest of the Squad wanted to
meet her on the way into the hospital that morning. It was a touching
gesture, but it would be a very brief meeting and didn't Caroline have
work to do? It just felt very weird, although Susie shelling out for an
hour's worth of paid parking for a five-minute visit wasn't particularly
unusual for her. Leslie humored them, of course, telling them where she'd
be and which one of the hospital complex's multiple entrances she was
using.
Everything was answered the instant she saw them waiting for her outside
the door.
Their matching pink sneakers, shorts, and masks (it was a hospital after
all) were one thing, and of course Richard was wearing pink bands on his
pigtails because he was like that, but the glittery script on all of
their matching shirts actually had the words 'Team Leslie' with a heart
in the 'i' and everything, and while Robert and Willa both thanked her
friends for such an incredible show of support, Leslie herself was
simply, completely dumbstruck, her mouth hanging open as Zoe explained
that they were going to do this for the first day of physical therapy but
had decided to do it before she went into isolation.
No one, in her entire life, had ever given her a pleasant surprise. Her
birth parents pretty much never gave her anything pleasant, and her real
parents never surprised her, and she had no idea whatsoever how to react.
"Wowwww, thanks so much, guys!" she said eventually, because she
logically determined that she had to say something like that, but just
the idea of all four of them taking the time and effort to work together
to actually prepare something like that, to actually put that stuff on,
to actually do something like that for her because they truly wanted to
do it - even Caroline, wearing glittery pink for her - put her into
something like emotional shock.
There were well-wishings, and good-lucks, and everything else to expect
from such a meeting, but Leslie wasn't entirely receiving them. She and
Dr. Sinchurch exchanged pleasantries as her parents ritually handed her
off - there was very little paperwork, they'd already signed everything
months ago - but she was just going through the motions. (She did not
need to worry. Everyone, her doctor, her parents, her friends, was doing
everything for her.)
There were tests, of course, plenty of those, strength and breathing and
blood, and there was another small jab when the nurse injected the
immunosuppressants that would help the gene therapies later that day take
hold, and while those were working, the researcher ran her through some
more tests, not expecting her to be so calm about the whole thing. The
nurse he was working with that day had been prepared to offer her Valium,
but both of the adults were surprised that she didn't even need it. (Why
would she? All her friends had gotten dressed up, in specialized,
personalized outfits, just to cheer her on.)
Then again, Dr. Sinchurch mused, Leslie was an oddity, although of course
he would never say something like that. Being a female with Duchenne was
rare enough, and then there had been that aborted business with her birth
parents; mere days after he was told that they'd be a problem, he was
told that they wouldn't be a problem anymore. He had been prepared to
testify, to speak up for who he was and what he was doing, and then he
hadn't needed to. He knew he could never ask what had really happened
with that, it seemed too pat to be a coincidence, but this was not the
first time in his life that professional ethics prohibited him from
learning what he would like to know.
They wheeled her to the isolation room, where they put privacy shields up
over the airlock and gently stripped and disinfected her right there. Of
course, the room was meant to look as un-jail-like as possible, but it
still felt a little like one, and it wasn't long before her regular
doctor, Dr. Bonesnapp (he was used to the reactions to his name), led a
team of nurses that went about the business of injecting stem cell
colonies into every single one of her major muscle groups and even some
of the minor ones. That actually hurt, a half hour's worth of hurt
inflicted by people wearing full-body hazmat suits, even with the
lidocaine she was getting. (But what did she care? Richard had spent a
whole day crushing her birth parents so that this could happen. Her
friends had gone very, very far out of their way just to support her for
a moment. A tear had formed in her eye, and the nurse had thought it was
because of pain. It wasn't. It was because Team Leslie was real.)
She was actually surprised when they stopped after doing only a quarter
of what they were supposed to, before they explained that lidocaine
toxicity was a real thing and that constant doses of local anaesthetic
might cause systemic damage; she was going to be there for a week anyway,
so it was better to play it safe. They didn't even have to tell her that
they didn't want to put her under because her breathing was weak as it
was. They put some kids' hospital pajamas on her and left with strict
instructions to take it easy, a thing she had already been doing even
with the oversized needle repeatedly piercing deep into her flesh, and a
list of extremely protein-rich meals she'd be eating along with her
standard regimen of pills. Hospital food was something with which she was
very familiar, and having what was basically pureed Powerbars in the mix
was no surprise. Of course, her phone was right there; over the course of
the day, they'd only took it out of her arm's reach at a few times, once
to disinfect it with an alcohol-based electronics cleanser. Her mother
had even told her in advance, straight-up and without any hint of
mockery, that pediatric practice had learned to treat a teenager's phone
as a 'security object' that was not to be separated from her.
[2:04 PM] Leslie: Done for now.
[2:05 PM] Zoe: How was it?!
[2:05 PM] Susie: There she is!
[2:06 PM] Leslie: Haven't even gotten the real gene stuff yet. Bunch of
"baseline" tests and stem cell injections. Kinda tired, might nap.
[2:06 PM] Zoe: If it's OK for you to sleep, just sleep.
[2:09 PM] Zoe: If you need to keep typing that long, you can just tell us
later. It's OK, seriously.
[2:10 PM] Richard: Spelling the medical terms Leslie? :slight_smile:
[2:10 PM] Leslie: Thank you all so much for this morning. I couldn't even
say it right. Something like you guys wearing that uniform had never
happened to me ***EVER***. Thank you all, seriously I'm so grateful for
everything, especially you Ricky because holy shit if it weren't for you,
this wouldn't even be happening now. Zoe I love you so much :heart:
[2:10 PM] Zoe: I love you too, Leslie. :heart:
[2:11 PM] Susie: Now *Ricky* doesn't know what to say
:sticking_out_tongue:
[2:12 PM] Richard: You're welcome. :smile:
[2:12 PM] Caroline: i know what to say, really really hope this actually
works
[2:12 PM] Richard: You and all of us.
[2:13 PM] Zoe: When can we visit?
[2:14 PM] Leslie: Please don't until I'm out of this room. You'd all be
on the other side of a window talking through an intercom. It's not
supposed to be like a jail but it's like a jail :stuck_out_tongue:
[2:15 PM] Leslie: Here's me right now.
The selfie - showing her disinfected face and freshly brushed teeth -
really didn't tell her friends much other than that she looked all right
and she was in good spirits, but that was almost all they really wanted
to know anyway.
[2:15 PM] Richard: Tube in your wrist?
[2:16 PM] Leslie: No, actually! No IV anything for this. :smile: Still
taking my regular pills though. :frowning:
[2:16 PM] Zoe: Hopefully not for much longer! :hearts:
[2:17 PM] Leslie: IKR?! But it's going to be months :frowning:
[2:17 PM] Susie: Months in the hospital?
[2:18 PM] Leslie: No, at least I hope not! If it works, probably months
still taking the same drugs I took before. I *might* be going home after
quarantine but I'll still be doing physical therapy stuff 5 days a week
for don't know how long
[2:19 PM] Caroline: team leslie will be there
[2:19 PM] Leslie: Don't you have work?
[2:19 PM] Caroline: rn yes but team leslie will be there
[2:20 PM] Zoe: Even if she's swamped, we'll find a way to be there.
[2:20 PM] Susie: I didn't buy that stuff just to use it once.
[2:20 PM] Leslie: Thank you all so much again. :heart:
Leslie, once again bereft of anything else to say, was actually a bit
relieved when Caroline went offline, showing that she really did have
work at the moment. Leslie stared at the ceiling, tracing the tiles with
her eyes. She didn't know how this would shake out, no one did; she was
Dr. Sinchurch's very first human test subject, after all. Just like
Richard, she knew very well that like everything else in life, it could
end well or it could end badly. But Zoe, her very beloved girlfriend (and
Leslie found that she really did love her, loved her so deeply and so
much) wanted everything to end well, and Zoe's brother, the Sith kid who
inflicted bad ends, was supporting her as well. All of Team Leslie would
be there for her.
She wished she had asked for a plushie or something to hug, but instead,
she just cradled her phone and fell asleep.
[3:32 PM] Leslie: The nurse just woke me up for food. Actually here she
is.
The smiling and waving nurse really did look like something out of a
movie, the others judged. That was a full-body suit, with the faceplate
and everything, very much appropriate for the 'clean room' environment.
[3:35 PM] Leslie: I know what this stuff is now! Congealed muscleman
protein powder. It's okay, I'm used to it :laughing:
[3:35 PM] Zoe: That's not saying much, we got used to spam.
[3:35 PM] Richard: From captive bred or wild caught musclemen?
[3:36 PM] Leslie: LMFAO to both of you
[3:36 PM] Leslie: speaking of which, what have you been doing today
Ricky?
[3:36 PM] Zoe: :laughing:
[3:36 PM] Zoe: she actually didn't tie him up too much today, just so he
could chat
[3:37 PM] Leslie: :joy: :joy: **I know you aren't joking**
[3:37 PM] Leslie: Don't worry, nobody here will see this
[3:38 PM] Leslie: Time to watch bunny videos
[4:30 PM] Leslie: Dr. Sinchurch says hi, everybody!
Leslie unexpectedly started livestreaming, and of course Susie had the
best phone, so Zoe and Richard looked over her shoulder to watch the
doctor's assistant inject the gene therapies directly into the vein at
the corner of her left elbow. Compared to everything else she'd been
through that day, she barely even noticed the poke and the fluid entering
her vein. And that was it. That was all that part of the therapy was,
from her perspective.
[4:31 PM] Zoe: Tell him thanks from all of us for trying to make you
better.
Leslie passed that on and got about what she'd expected in reply: "You're
welcome, and I'll do everything I can to cure this disease."
[4:32 PM] Richard: Why doesn't he inject it himself?
Leslie asked him that, and Dr. Sinchurch - who looked almost exactly like
the kind of not-quite-mad scientist the others had envisioned - answered
directly into the camera that he was a researcher, not a medical doctor
like Dr. Bonesnapp or even a registered nurse, so he wasn't even allowed
to do it himself. That stuck with Richard long after the scientist and
his companion had left the room. It was a big world, after all. Every
professional had a specific job, a series of specialties, and Richard had
already found his.
Leslie, staring at her arm and realizing that 'getting the gene therapy'
was no longer in the future but the past, was not sure what to think or
to talk about and went back to her bunny videos.
[6:27 PM] Leslie: Parents just visited. The glass and intercom are
triggering me, idk why, just really hate it :frowning: DON'T COME HERE, I
MEAN THAT
[6:28 PM] Zoe: We won't.
Richard was used to being restrained by someone he loved. He was in the
middle of that exactly then, his legs frog-tied under him and his feet in
the booties just because Susie thought he was cuter that way, keeping him
like that until it was time for him to put his heels back on and go make
dinner. But the sort of confinement that Leslie was in very uncomfortably
reminded him of the sorts of evils he'd read about, he understood the
reason for her fear quite well, and he figured that the best way to
alleviate it was to remind her why things were the way they were.
[6:28 PM] Richard: It's for keeping the viruses out, not keeping you in.
:slight_smile:
[6:29 PM] Zoe: Talk to us when you're ready.
[6:42 PM] Leslie: Just texted parents a lot. It's easier than the
intercom. And thanks Ricky.
Richard quickly tapped out 'You're welcome' on his phone and went back to
petting Whiskers.
Thursday.
[9:40 AM] Leslie: They woke me up to do tests and more stem cells!
[9:41 AM] Leslie: Right into my diaphragm today. :frowning:
[9:41 AM] Richard: That's one you really needed!
[9:41 AM] Zoe: |
[9:42 AM] Leslie: I KNOW but it still HURTS they can't inject much
lidocaine there :frowning:
[9:42 AM] Zoe: Can you breathe okay?
[9:43 AM] Leslie: Yes but please do not tell any jokes today. I'm
serious. It will REALLY hurt if I laugh.
[9:43 AM] Leslie: So, what are you all having for breakfast? More pureed
powerbars here.
[9:43 AM] Susie: Ice cream at the convenience store right now. Ricky's
Sunshine again! :smile:
Looking at the picture that Susie sent, featuring Richard in his yellow
outfit with a big smile on his face, Leslie wanted nothing more than to
be out in the sunshine with Little Miss Sunshine. Just a week, she told
herself, a week mostly in bed with her phone and her friends to chat
with.
[9:44 AM] Leslie: Daaaawwwww. You're so cute Ricky.
[9:44 AM] Richard: Thanks :heart:
[9:44 AM] Zoe: He really is. :heart:
[9:45 AM] Zoe: Remember that fic I showed you before? It was actually a
fanfic of another long fic. 200+ big chapters.
Leslie's eyes bugged out when she saw the link. Her English capabilities
were far above those of most 14-year-olds, but a million-plus words was
no joke.
[9:46 AM] Leslie: Oh wow that will take forever to read!
[9:46 AM] Zoe: It's not boring though :smile:
[9:46 AM] Leslie: I'll still be reading it after I'm out of quarantine
:joy:
[9:48 AM] Leslie: This really is good. Thanks Zoe! :hearts:
[9:48 AM] Zoe: Just happy you like it. :hearts: Are you feeling all right
in general?
[9:48 AM] Leslie: Same as usual. Which is fine. :smile:
[10:00 AM] Caroline: ok worked it out with dad - what time is phys
therapy?
[10:02 AM] Leslie: Twice a day. I asked for 9 to 10 and 6 to 7 as soon as
quarantine is over. (earliest and latest times they have)
[10:02 AM] Caroline: that works for me
[10:03 AM] Leslie: Actually Mindy's getting a bicycle thing set up
attached to the bed. It's weird looking and I'll need help for it but I
must move my legs or else
[10:03 AM] Susie: "Or else"?
[10:04 AM] Leslie: Or else atrophy. Not fun. :frowning:
[12:15 PM] Leslie: Oh god this thing is so weird to use :laughing: I'll
stream it
[12:16 PM] Zoe: That actually looks like fun.
[12:16 PM] Caroline: your legs ok like that?
[12:17 PM] Leslie: It is fun until they add resistance :frowning: And
yeah I have to be attached to it. It's ok.
The truth, which she would tell neither Mindy nor the Squad nor her
parents nor anyone else, was that she actually kinda hated the thing for
the reasons she hated all of the rest of it but could never say. She
hated being bedridden. She hated being broken and she hated the long
process of being fixed. She hated the fact that even the tiniest bit of
resistance gave her legs such a problem. She knew it wouldn't be just a
magic injection and then done, she had been told in no uncertain terms
that there would be time and retraining and therapy even if it worked
perfectly, but what she knew and what she wanted were two totally
different things, and she just wanted this all to be over, she just
wanted out, the same emotion she'd sporadically felt for years.
But she also knew that there was no use in complaining, that there was no
one to be mad at for her disease, that nothing with a mind had inflicted
Duchenne's on her, that things were the way they were because of physical
realities and not some evil person's actions, and she was not in the
habit of blaming God. Every human still in her life was doing his or her
best to make her well, that was the whole point of the room and even that
crazy bicycle-thing, and if any human had been trying to make things
worse on her, Richard would have already flipped from sissy to Sith, done
his thing, and removed that poor excuse for a human from her life one way
or another. She wouldn't disappoint Zoe and the rest of Team Leslie by
being a crybaby about this. She had things to read. She had vidoes to
watch. She would not freak out.
Four hours later, she texted Zoe again, who told her about the
afternoon's activities. Apparently, Susie had decided that it would be a
worthwhile and appropriate activity for her little sissy boyfriend to
show her his drawings of cute things that she picked out. Unfortunately,
it had turned out that Richard really couldn't draw at all, and so he had
spent hours trying his level best to do it the way Susie drew it. (Susie
hadn't picked up her colored pencils in a while, and it was actually a
learning experience for the both of them.) Then Richard had clearly hit
his limit for the day and the two of them had gone to the pool. He'd try
again tomorrow.
Friday.
[9:29 AM] Leslie: THEY INJECTED MY HEART FROM THE INSIDE!
[9:30 AM] Leslie: And I was wrong, I have an IV now
[9:30 AM] Leslie: They said I can't ingest too much protein or it would
hurt my digestion
[9:31 AM] Leslie: **I am literally getting an amino acid (protein)
INFUSION IN AN IV TUBE**
[9:31 AM] Leslie: also immune system booster stuff, no more suppression
[9:31 AM] Richard: Wow, Leslie, you *really* need your ground-up
musclemen!
[9:32 AM] Susie: I'm spanking him for that.
[9:32 AM] Leslie: :joy: :joy: :joy: :joy: :joy:
Leslie would never tell the nurse, who was in the middle of changing her
diaper, why she was laughing so hard. At least it didn't hurt too much.
[9:33 AM] Leslie: oh yeah I had a really bad nightmare that I was in jail
:frowning: The nurse offered to stay with me but I don't want that, Zoe
please talk to me
[9:33 AM] Zoe: Right here. Talk about anything.
The two of them proceeded to spend the rest of the day, almost twelve
hours straight, talking about anything and everything. Few things
interrupted them; they both occasionally needed food and exercise, Zoe's
phone ran out of juice in the middle of the day (Leslie usually just left
hers plugged in), and she briefly found it hard to text while her brother
minced around her in his pretty dress and heels, adroitly maneuvering a
loud, powerful vacuum cleaner. Zoe listened patiently while Leslie made
it very clear that day after day of being trapped behind a glass wall,
stuck in a hospital bed and only moved around for exercise and to keep
the bedsores away, was wearing on her teenage nerves.
She was, however, greatly amused by Richard's primitive, cute, and child-
like drawings. He had carefully tried Whiskers from life - well, mostly
memory, as it wasn't easy to get a cat to sit still - under Susie's
guidance, and the results weren't all that hideous. Art probably never
really would be his thing, but Susie was enjoying herself, and he had to
admit that it was nice to be a person who could kinda sketch something
without looking like a complete idiot.
Saturday.
[11:30 AM] Leslie: Stem cells are done and no more IV musclemen. Thank
God that's over! How are you guys?
[11:31 AM] Zoe: Taking a walk with Mom, this time with "no ugly
surprises" (her words). Ricky's dressed like a boy again
:sticking_out_tongue: You doing okay?
[11:32 AM] Leslie: Immune cell counts are rising. **Two more days of this
and I can go outside!!** At least we all hope so
[11:32 AM] Richard: When this is all over, let's go for a walk where we
are now.
It was Richard's turn to show an image, this time of a dirt trail with
roots and rocks all over the place. Leslie actually typed up a reply
saying that there was no way she could do a thing like that, the
wheelchair wouldn't fit and the braces were just no way, when she
realized that that was the whole point and that Richard was being
optimistic.
It was obvious that she was having a hard time replying, as two minutes
of "Leslie is typing..." led to an "Okay. :slight_smile:" But Leslie was
feeling better about herself, looking forward to her release, being able
to walk on forest floors and actually keeping up, that she just read that
long fic Zoe had linked to her and was content.
Heather was not content. She hadn't been sulking over the past week, not
quite. But the characteristics of her dreams, her thoughts, had changed
somewhat. She had forced herself out of bed every morning that week for
her children's sake and none other. And what were they worried about? A
girl who couldn't force herself out of bed. Someone who had it even worse
than she did, even worse than they did. She asked about Leslie, things
she probably should have asked a while ago, about her disease and the
treatment and how long she would have to wait to see any results. The
answers to that last part were unclear and up in the air, but that was to
be expected from experimental medical treatment. She knew that her
daughter would feel awful if it didn't work; her actions over her life
had made Zoe suffer quite enough, in multiple ways, and she hoped that
God wouldn't be cruel enough to make the girl suffer any more.
She wished that her husband had been buried rather than cremated and his
ashes given back to his parents. She wanted nothing more than to visit
his grave with their children, just to have something to say sorry to.
At least her son didn't have any problem with helping her across
difficult terrain.
[4:27 PM] Leslie: Ow ow ow. Doctor took teensy samples of my muscles. I
GET WHY it's just ow
[4:28 PM] Zoe: Did the gene therapy work?
[4:28 PM] Leslie: Won't know for days :frowning:
[4:29 PM] Leslie: He'll be doing that every two weeks for the next three
months :frowning:
Sunday.
[8:11 AM] Leslie: Caroline you have off today right?
[8:11 AM] Caroline: at the princess' house rn actually
[8:13 AM] Leslie: PLEASE don't just do nothing today because I'm not
there. Go running or frolfing or something. I'm out tomorrow. Could have
been today but they wanted to be safe. It's fine.
[8:15 AM] Susie: I was actually going to take Ricky out for a skip today.
That's a great way to go frolfing, thanks for the idea Leslie :smile:
[8:15 AM] Leslie: Do it do it do it!
[8:15 AM] Zoe: We're going to the way-out one where we went before.
[8:16 AM] Zoe: Looking forward to you jumping over the ditch yourself.
[8:16 AM] Leslie: Or maybe I'll just carry you. :heart:
[8:16 AM] Zoe: I would love that, not kidding :hearts: :hearts: :hearts:
The group belatedly realized that the faraway course was out of data
range, but texting still worked and Leslie wasn't upset about it. It was
also a very pleasant surprise that absolutely no one else was there when
they arrived, and so Susie's sweet little sissy boy, in his pigtails,
rainbow dress, crinkly diaper, and heeled sneakers, could skip along
everywhere he went without risk of strange looks.
Richard was on cloud nine the whole time. In his daily life, the food was
great, the sex was wonderful, and the bondage was highly enjoyable. But
this kind of thing was what Richard really loved about his relationship
with Susie, that she helped him to be his inner self, the pretty little
sweetie he'd been protecting his whole life, and nothing would even
slightly discourage him from it. He was a growing boy wearing an
extraordinarily cute outfit and skipping along from place to place like a
little girl half his age, and his friends totally expected it of him. He
was comfortable, safe, and very, very happy. Humiliation, fear, hurt,
deprivation, serious oppression, real punishment - those were things that
were not in his life, until he found reason to inflict them on the
deserving.
Instead, his only worry was of throwing too hard as he did his best to
keep his score low, and there were occasional gusts of wind that stymied
each of them once in a while. Someone's disc did go into the bushes a
couple of times - that was practically guaranteed - but there were many
more on-target hits, including a very near hole-in-one by Susie (glanced
right off the chain!) that her friends eagerly clapped for. Although
Caroline still won handily, all four of them did better that time than
they had before, and they laughed and congratulated each other, paying no
mind to the people who had recently arrived at the park and were glancing
their way, idly wondering if the flat-chested, broad-shouldered girl in
the rainbow dress was a lesbian.
[1:11 PM] Leslie: How was it? :smiley:
[1:11 PM] Richard: Lots of fun! :smile:
[1:12 PM] Caroline: think we might have gotten dehydrated, all chugging
drinks rn
[1:12 PM] Leslie: Meanwhile I'm drinking so much water every day. They're
still worried about my digestion.
[1:13 PM] Leslie: Diaper changes every three hours. There is an automatic
toilet attachment but they don't want to use it on me.
[1:13 PM] Zoe: That sounds even less pleasant
[1:14 PM] Leslie: It probably would be.
[1:16 PM] Leslie: btw I know you all have fun with the fetish but once
this is done and it works I'm never wearing one again EVER, I AM SO DONE
FOREVER WITH THEM
[1:16 PM] Zoe: I get that 100%
[1:16 PM] Susie: We totally understand.
[1:19 PM] Leslie: One time my dad was talking to me about 'genital
privacy' and disabilities and I laughed, I haven't had that for **years**
Leslie scrunched up her face in her hospital bed, half-consciously
pedaling on the cycling machine that she'd been strapped into earlier
that day and encouraged to use regularly. Just typing that line had made
her remember something she'd rather have kept buried. Shortly before her
birth parents had lost custody of her, her weakening muscles had caused
her to wet herself, just a little bit in public, and then they'd dragged
her to the car, swearing the whole time. Cliff, the man she'd once called
her father, had pulled down her wet pants and underwear, and then his
wife Bonita had screamed at him that Leslie would just get the seat wet
instead, and so he'd angrily balled her clothes up under her before
hitting the gas, asking Leslie why she couldn't just have held it for two
more minutes and not actually caring about the answer.
She knew that reliving these kinds of bad memories was an incredibly bad
idea, especially when she was in a hospital trying to get fixed, but what
she knew and what she felt were entirely different things. It was all so
stupid. If she was lucky, they could fix her Duchenne, but they couldn't
fix her PTSD.
[1:21 PM] Leslie: sorry I'm rambling
[1:21 PM] Zoe: Ramble all day, it's okay.
[1:22 PM] Leslie: actually I'm going to read that fic you sent me some
more, see you tomorrow Zoe :hearts:
[1:22 PM] Zoe: :hearts: :hearts: :hearts:
[1:24 PM] Leslie: I'm getting out at 8:30 tomorrow right before therapy
but prepare to wait
Zoe subtly shook her head, there in Caroline's car with the rest of her
friends, not typing the reply she first thought of. She'd already been
waiting for days, and being physically separated from Leslie was grating
on her badly, but how could she tell her that? 'I miss you and it's
hurting me' sounded totally, outlandishly selfish to say to someone who
was actually in an isolation room being poked with needles on a regular
basis, and it would have just made Leslie feel worse.
[1:25 PM] Zoe: As long as I have to, Leslie. I love you. :hearts:
[1:26 PM] Leslie: I love you too Zoe. :hearts:
Leslie almost typed how much she'd missed Zoe, how much she wanted to
just be near her if nothing else, but there wasn't a lot of point. Zoe
was worried enough about her already, they all were, and saying that
would have just made her even more worried. She tried to immerse herself
in her reading, but the time did not go quickly. She almost asked her
friends what they were doing, but she knew the answer to that: whatever
they wanted. Richard was certainly dressed up, probably tied up, or was
it Caroline's turn for that? It didn't matter. Whatever they were doing,
they were certainly having a lot of fun, and she would join them
tomorrow.
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