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It aches. Hurts. Clenching tendrils writhing around in her body, pulsing in tandem with her heartbeat. She trembles with each pang, curling a bit smaller under the sheets. She feels sallow. Her body is melting into the mattress, the twisting and churning drilling a hole through her flesh and bone. Skin stretches across her spine, her ribs, her skeleton threatens to break through the epidermis layer.
And she’s cold. Dressed in cutesy fleece pajamas and fuzzy socks, swathed in sheets, then blankets, weighted blankets, a quilt and a comforter…the weight is stifling and she shudders with sweat. But it’s not enough, she’s not warm, she’s still cold.
It aches. She hiccups. Sniffles. Pulls her thighs tighter to her chest and presses her forehead to her knees. Buries herself in the layers. It smells like a body rotting away and the scent of sickness— humectant and heavy, nauseatingly hot. She forces herself to breathe through it, coughing. Sniffling.
It hurts her arms to press them against her legs. She barely feels skin atop bone. She should be panicking, but she’s not.
Moe should be scared, but she’s not.
She’s just really, really cold.