The light didn't stay on and the springs didn't speak. There was no reason to do it, the physical act had been left behind by the mutual need for passive but complete contact. The situation warranted it, all they wanted was to have each other, as they had suffered so much for it.
They had both fallen fast asleep, until late in the morning. Alexa was the first to get up, reluctantly and forced to head back to the sink.
One month and two weeks. And the ailments, nausea, and dizziness, although more appeased, were still present. All of this would wane until the next month, as she recalled from the tedious biology summaries.
The facts suddenly fell into her consciousness, once she managed to recover from the last gag. They had fled. They had married and fled ... and the fate was still uncer
