Snippet #2580083

It shouldn't have been a surprise to Ara for feeling exhaustion after cleaning herself up and moving to the couch. But it did, reminding her just how out of it she was. She noticed neither Dray, nor Chris when they came in. Her eyes were locked onto nothing in particular like a curled up and covered statue with just her breathing and occasional slow blink to show that she still had life in her gaunt face. "Holmes...are you still there?" She jumped as though shaking awake after catching herself sleep talking. Her eyes widen and dart around the room in confusion. Aramay's eyes Chris and Dray as though they were complete strangers for a few long moments, before her memories reminded her of who they were. Blinking and giving her head a light shake eases her back against the couch.

Concern slowly worms through her. "...thought I was doing better." She recovered just enough to recognize how weak she became in such a short amount of time. It was like having a hot, heavy blanket weighing down on every part of her, yet it was as though her blood was running cold in her veins. That's how she could describe it as anyways. The temptation for her to just close her eyes again and drift off was incredibly strong. There was no way she could go another day without making some sort of progress in the of eating department than having the equivalent of mashed baby food shoved in her face. It was more pleasant than that slurry Holmes gave to her through a tube. Now she was finding out that it did more to help her than leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

Looking back to the other two in the room; she remembered speaking with Chris. Speaking in a raspy tone that was just loud enough for them to hear. "I don't, remember half what we talked about." On the otherhand she did remember feeling better when he started visiting her. She never remembered him leaving the room. Most likely because she kept falling asleep before he did so. As for Dray, the only memories she had of him were of him being on the truck, or was he inside? He always looked guarded so it was even more of a surprise to see him sitting on the same couch as her. Her hands loosened on the sheets she was wrapped up in, unable to keep much of a grip on anything for very long. She tried to assess how she looked to them by how they looked at her. Which wasn't easy because she her vision would start to blur if she didn't blink frequently.