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Cyra
“Careful.” I hold Zack’s wheelchair as he tries to get out of it to get onto the bed.
Well, ‘bed’ is a big word. We’ve dumped a couple of mattresses on the floor, pushing them together, and found a whole load of pillows and blankets to pile on top of them.
We won’t be able to sleep the same way as we used to, all stacked on top of each other, mostly because we’re all still healing. And with Zack still having his leg and arm in a cast, we’re going to have to try to stay close, but not squished together, as much as possible.
If we’re even able to do that and don’t somehow still accidentally end up in one pile anyway. It seems like ‘piled on top of each other’ is our natural state of sleeping.
“You’re telling me?” Zack laughs as he hops around on one leg. But then he accepts Max
