DISCLAIMER: i dont own Fruits Basket. (nice huh? short and sweet. Please dont sue..)
Drag
Chapter One: Green Light
His eyes flicked to the photograph he had tucked into the dash. Her gorgeous face smiling at him from beside the odometer. Finger combing bright orange hair Kyo smiled.
The girl in the sleek black speed machine next to Kyo rubbed the bullet casing that hung from her rearview mirror, shot a single look at her glove box, and gunned her engine. Kyo flashed her a grin through the window and the light turned green.
Tires squealed, engines roared and the pair took off. They were racing each other, and time, and passion. Their cars pushed to the limits they screamed around the turns. Uo grinned and pulled into the lead, and Kyo let her have it. A deadly blend of danger and fire and speed ran through their blood.
The semi driver had been on an all night run. All night, and the last effects of the coffee he had drunk hours ago had worn off. The road ahead was deserted. It was a tiny two-way. Barely wide enough for two cars to past abreast. It had been the longest night of the driver's life, and the effects were starting to show. His eyes slid involuntarily shut and Uo and Kyo rounded the bend on the two way.
"Holy shit!" Kyo gasped, hit the brakes and spun off the road. At the same moment, Uo's brakes locked, and the worst thing that could happen did. The semi jackknifed as the drives eyes flashed open, and he tried to avoid the black sports car that was flying toward him.
Glass shattered, brakes squealed, metal screamed as it ripped apart. Kyo couldn't think, couldn't breath and the last thing he saw before the front of his car was crumpled into a tin can against a tree that didn't really feel like moving, was Uo's picture on the dash, and the blood that splattered as glass flew back into his face, his hands, his chest. Then unending darkness, and Uo's gut wrenching, heart tearing, earth shattering scream.
Pain ripped through ever inch of her form. She screamed. She screamed and screamed until the only thing that came was a raw pain in her throat and harsh breath. The side of semi loomed in her windshield. Uo suddenly knew that this was it, the car was out of control. The Yankee threw her arms in front of her face and glass tore through the skin. Blood splattered backwards into her face and her eyes. Her arms dropped into her lap, and she tilted her face till she could see Kyo's car. She could see him through the open window, slumped over the steering wheel, blood slipping down his cheek. Some how it didn't seem real, Uo left like she was living a dream, a horrible nightmare-ish dream. She tugged the chain to the bullet casings, and pushed open the crumpled side door. She tumbled onto the cement; unconsciousness came like Kyo, fast, hard, and ruthless. Blackness took hold and Uo knew no more of what happened.
Red lights flashed overhead as Kyo opened his eyes. Vague sounds filled his head battling for a place among the pain. Paramedics crouched over him. Colors blurred and his eyes refused to focus. A low growl came, catlike, from him as he struggled fruitlessly against the pain. He froze eyes wide. Uo.
Thoughts rose like a whirlwind as he reeled back into the darkness from whence he came.
As Kyo struggled, Uo was being lifted unconscious and battered onto a stretcher. Sirens screamed out their electric lullaby as they rushed toward the sterile sanctuary that was Last Hope Medical Center.
Three days later Uo woke up to the harsh whiteness of a hospital room. The walls glowed under the stiff white overhead lighting. Everything smelled sterile as if life wasn't happening in this bleak room. She didn't remember the accident. Just brief and fuzzy memories of an orange-headed boy slumped over the steering wheel, the smell of gasoline, and the glow of twisted headlights. Kyo! her thoughts screamed as she sat bolt upright. The steady tick of the heart monitor jumped as her heart raced. Uo's blue eyes locked an icy glare on various sensors in the room. Then she began to peal the plastic from her chest, her arms, all the suction cups popping as they came away from her skin. Machines whirred wildly as numbers suddenly dropped. The background tick turned into an alarmed whine. Everything was screaming. She died. she died. she died.
The light outside Uo's door in ICU whirled. Nurses barked orders, doctors came at a run. White coats hung on the shoulders of the various doctors that rushed into the room as monitors went berserk. The array of mechanical voices in the room was stunning. A veritable choir of them. There was one thing that every voice had in common, something that pounded through Tohru's heart. Bouncing out of rhythm, painfully out of rhythm, with the steady bum bump of her heartbeat, as she stood just outside the room the doorway obscured by doctors. The choir screamed: She's dead. She's dead.
She's dead.
Tohru fell to her knees, sobbing for all she was worth. Her hands pressed over her eyes, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and through her fingers. Shigure stood in the doorway of the fire exit, stunned by what he was hearing. Uo was gone. It couldn't register. He refused to let it register. Lose the only person who could keep Kyo in check. It seemed impossible. But it was possible, painfully so. She was gone. Yuki too was paralyzed. Thought processes coming to a complete stand still. Seconds ticked by in slow motion as he watched Tohru cry. Everything was thrown into sudden, sharp, relief. He held no special love for the Yankee, but she had become a part of the Sohma household, as much so, as Kyo had. Their smart mouths, fiery attitudes. Uo had become a necessary part of family life. She was the only one who could take on Kyo and match his foul mouth word for word. If she dies, Yuki shook his head, but there was no if. Uo was dead.
Uo glared at the bandages that wrapped her ribs, her hands, her arms. She didn't like hospitals. People died in hospitals. She would take her chances elsewhere. Silver pulled the skin of her arm up as she pulled the IV from her arm. Pain was pinpricking into her nerves an annoyance, just like the screaming machines around her. The tip of the needle had just slid free of the skin when the medical team came running in. She had made short work of the various electronic gizmos, and was rummaging through the locker in search of clothing. Actual clothing. Not the damnable hospitals gowns with their open backs. The only clothes to be found were the ones from the accident. Cleaned and pressed but still packed with the memories. The smell of blood and gasoline. Completely revolting, but her only hope at a desperate escape. She spun, blue eyes wide and angry. Doctors stormed into the room like paratroopers. Uo had issues with hospitals. And doctors. And needles. Therefore she was now in a pretty violent struggle with her white-coated guard dogs.
Tohru's head jerked up at the sound of familiar and vividly colorful language came flowing out of the open door.
Her head popped up, "She's alive." she shrieked happily. Yuki and Shigure both took a step forward, toward the room. Uo was alive. Very, very alive.
Then a second strand of curses. Three heads jerked toward the end of the hall. The curses came from an orange-headed neko in another sterile room. Tohru laughed in delight. They were alive. The both of them. Tohru rushed to the door eyes wide at what she saw behind it.
Her blonde friend was cornered as doctors tried to coax her back into the hospital bed. Tohru walked in just as a massive fist fight was about to break out. "Uo?" she asked, clearly wondering what was going on. Uo jerked to meet her friends eyes. Blue eyes wide as she saw the tears on her friends cheeks.
The clearest resemblance was to a cornered animal, wild and afraid. Tohru was afraid; to see Uo scared was scarier than most anything. Uo backed into the corner pressing herself against the bare white walls. Tohru stepped slowly toward her.
"Uo, can you understand me?" she asked, her chipper voice soothing.
"No. I flipped my car and got deaf." the grudging patient gave up.
Tohru smile, "Get back into bed. Please Uo. For me."
The Yankee's jaw tightened, her fists clinched and through a sheer act of will she forced herself to calm down. She walked stiffly over to the bed, glaring death at the doctor's, and sat down. "How's Orange-top?" she asked, eyes locked on the tiles at her feet.
Tohru smiled and sat down next to the blonde. "I don't know. He woke up a little after you did. I haven't been to see him yet."
Uo's adrenalin spike was over and fatigue and pain were edging their way into her bones, "Oh." she whispered. Tohru's sweet smile still shown clear, but the room slowly started to spin. Revolving slowly around an almost stable axis, Uo. She swallowed resisting the urge to gag. "The rooms spinning right?"
"Actually its spinning left." came, drawled, from the doorway. Tohru and Uo looked over their shoulders at the perverted novelist. "How are you doing?" Shigure asked in a moment of seriousness.
Uo grinned, "Why? Were you worried?" she shot at him.
Shigure raised a hand, flapping it at the wrist, "Not a bit." his sing-songing words dancing around the room drilling tiny screws into Uo's brain. Tohru gently pushed Uo back into the uncomfortable hospitable pillows.
"You need to rest." she said softly.
Uo grimaced, and sat up. "I can rest when I'm dead." she grumbled.
Tohru and Shigure laughed softly and forced Uo to lie back. "Just go and try to rest." Tohru pleaded and Uo complied reluctantly. Alone in the bright darkness of the white room, Uo lay in her bed, the small light above her bed glowing faintly blue, she hurt to the very marrow of her bones. Her thoughts were all for Kyo. And she stared at the ceiling, and she remembered, and she cried.
Tohru walked into room 344 only to find a very angry Kyo sitting in his bed and swearing up a storm. Yuki was in the hall, waiting. Joined by Shigure who was afraid to go into the room. Tohru was all smiles and sunshine. Kyo glared at her. "When the hell can I get out of here?" he grumbled before she had even walked all the way into the room.
Laughing Tohru sat on the edge of the bed, "Not yet." She could be irritatingly motherly. Kyo glowered. There were no specifics to the look; it was just a general, world encompassing, glower.
He had these glowering eyes locked on the window halfway across the room when he broke the silence next, "I heard Uo flatline." he muttered. Tohru smiled, looking softly down at the orange-headed neko. "Tell me it was a fluke." he said and looked up into Tohru's face. Pleading with her to tell him anything but the truth. His eyes shown with hurt, an ache that reached to the very center of his fiery soul. And Tohru was glad of what she didn't have to tell him.
"She didn't die. I promise. She'll be up and around soon."
Kyo cleared his throat, "Good. What about my car?"
Yuki stood in the doorway, "Both cars were totaled." his voice was almost a monotone as he spat out the fact.
Kyo rubbed the back of his neck, "Uo's not going to like this." he muttered.
Tohru laughed softly, "No, she won't." there was a short pause, and Kyo braced himself for the scolding, "I'm glad you're okay, but do you have any idea how stupid that was?" Her eyes were soft with concern, but there was a hint of steely mother in her voice.
"Don't mother me alright." Kyo growled rolling over to face the wall. "I know already. It was stupid. I was stupid." Tohru touched his shoulder, and he shrugged it off. "Leave me alone." Tohru nodded and stood up to go. She didn't like to leave him, especially with him upset. Yuki frowned at the other boy. Something was going on here, that none of them knew about. Tohru walked out of the room.
"You want some breakfast?" she asked Yuki, smiling half-heartedly.
Yuki would have laughed, if the situation hadn't been so serious. "I would love breakfast Miss Honda." he said in that soft voice of his. They left, walking down the bleached halls, harsh white light cast their shadows against the walls. Shigure watched them leave and smiled, symptoms of love floated all around. A smile tugged at his mouth, a hidden smile. One of the nurses smiled at him, and he smiled back. He was starting to like hospitals, all the pretty nurses wondering around in short skirts. Chuckling softly he looked in on Uo, then walked down the hall to peek in on Kyo.
After seeing to it that both patients were in bed and behaving, he skipped down the hall. Everything was going to turn out. Uo and Kyo were alive, they would be coming home to destroy his house in a few weeks, and there was that sweet scent of romance in the air. Amazing how things turned out.
Kyo lay in bed staring at the ceiling and wondering how Uo was. It was crazy really to be thinking about her. It was his fault, the race, this mess. It was all his fault. He moaned, half in real pain and half at his own sheer stupidity, and ripped the pillow from beneath his head and smothered the cry in its feathers. Except it wasn't even real feathers, it was foam something. Which just depend the stab of pain that ran through the shimmering twisting thing that some people called a soul. Uo was never going to forgive him. And even more than that, he would never forgive himself. He had hurt her. Deeply. Sure there had been fistfights and such, but never anything like this. This was an insurmountable hurt. He lay there, under his pillow and wished the earth would open and swallow him up. No, he deserved a fate worse than that; he deserved hell on earth. Being doomed to be a cat for all eternity, being flayed alive, torn apart by wild horses, forced to listen to the Brady Bunch theme song forever. He couldn't think of a fate that was bad enough. With a sigh he shut his eyes and prayed that sleep would take him quickly.
Uo also lay awake, though she was thinking about many other things. She did however blame herself for what happened. She had provoked him, pushed things too far, and here they both were, in a hospital. Swearing she rolled over. She wasn't going to sleep like this, and she sure as hell wasn't in a position to go on a walkabout. Kyo crossed her mind, and she realized that she hadn't asked how he was. Condition wise. She made a thin whimper as her body protested the movement. She would have to get Tohru to tell her about him tomorrow. A scarlet blush stained her cheeks, that would be embarrassing. Uo's thoughts turned again to the crash, and the drugs took hold as she played it over in her head, sending her to a sweet, empty, dreamless sleep.
Drag
Chapter One: Green Light
His eyes flicked to the photograph he had tucked into the dash. Her gorgeous face smiling at him from beside the odometer. Finger combing bright orange hair Kyo smiled.
The girl in the sleek black speed machine next to Kyo rubbed the bullet casing that hung from her rearview mirror, shot a single look at her glove box, and gunned her engine. Kyo flashed her a grin through the window and the light turned green.
Tires squealed, engines roared and the pair took off. They were racing each other, and time, and passion. Their cars pushed to the limits they screamed around the turns. Uo grinned and pulled into the lead, and Kyo let her have it. A deadly blend of danger and fire and speed ran through their blood.
The semi driver had been on an all night run. All night, and the last effects of the coffee he had drunk hours ago had worn off. The road ahead was deserted. It was a tiny two-way. Barely wide enough for two cars to past abreast. It had been the longest night of the driver's life, and the effects were starting to show. His eyes slid involuntarily shut and Uo and Kyo rounded the bend on the two way.
"Holy shit!" Kyo gasped, hit the brakes and spun off the road. At the same moment, Uo's brakes locked, and the worst thing that could happen did. The semi jackknifed as the drives eyes flashed open, and he tried to avoid the black sports car that was flying toward him.
Glass shattered, brakes squealed, metal screamed as it ripped apart. Kyo couldn't think, couldn't breath and the last thing he saw before the front of his car was crumpled into a tin can against a tree that didn't really feel like moving, was Uo's picture on the dash, and the blood that splattered as glass flew back into his face, his hands, his chest. Then unending darkness, and Uo's gut wrenching, heart tearing, earth shattering scream.
Pain ripped through ever inch of her form. She screamed. She screamed and screamed until the only thing that came was a raw pain in her throat and harsh breath. The side of semi loomed in her windshield. Uo suddenly knew that this was it, the car was out of control. The Yankee threw her arms in front of her face and glass tore through the skin. Blood splattered backwards into her face and her eyes. Her arms dropped into her lap, and she tilted her face till she could see Kyo's car. She could see him through the open window, slumped over the steering wheel, blood slipping down his cheek. Some how it didn't seem real, Uo left like she was living a dream, a horrible nightmare-ish dream. She tugged the chain to the bullet casings, and pushed open the crumpled side door. She tumbled onto the cement; unconsciousness came like Kyo, fast, hard, and ruthless. Blackness took hold and Uo knew no more of what happened.
Red lights flashed overhead as Kyo opened his eyes. Vague sounds filled his head battling for a place among the pain. Paramedics crouched over him. Colors blurred and his eyes refused to focus. A low growl came, catlike, from him as he struggled fruitlessly against the pain. He froze eyes wide. Uo.
Thoughts rose like a whirlwind as he reeled back into the darkness from whence he came.
As Kyo struggled, Uo was being lifted unconscious and battered onto a stretcher. Sirens screamed out their electric lullaby as they rushed toward the sterile sanctuary that was Last Hope Medical Center.
Three days later Uo woke up to the harsh whiteness of a hospital room. The walls glowed under the stiff white overhead lighting. Everything smelled sterile as if life wasn't happening in this bleak room. She didn't remember the accident. Just brief and fuzzy memories of an orange-headed boy slumped over the steering wheel, the smell of gasoline, and the glow of twisted headlights. Kyo! her thoughts screamed as she sat bolt upright. The steady tick of the heart monitor jumped as her heart raced. Uo's blue eyes locked an icy glare on various sensors in the room. Then she began to peal the plastic from her chest, her arms, all the suction cups popping as they came away from her skin. Machines whirred wildly as numbers suddenly dropped. The background tick turned into an alarmed whine. Everything was screaming. She died. she died. she died.
The light outside Uo's door in ICU whirled. Nurses barked orders, doctors came at a run. White coats hung on the shoulders of the various doctors that rushed into the room as monitors went berserk. The array of mechanical voices in the room was stunning. A veritable choir of them. There was one thing that every voice had in common, something that pounded through Tohru's heart. Bouncing out of rhythm, painfully out of rhythm, with the steady bum bump of her heartbeat, as she stood just outside the room the doorway obscured by doctors. The choir screamed: She's dead. She's dead.
She's dead.
Tohru fell to her knees, sobbing for all she was worth. Her hands pressed over her eyes, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and through her fingers. Shigure stood in the doorway of the fire exit, stunned by what he was hearing. Uo was gone. It couldn't register. He refused to let it register. Lose the only person who could keep Kyo in check. It seemed impossible. But it was possible, painfully so. She was gone. Yuki too was paralyzed. Thought processes coming to a complete stand still. Seconds ticked by in slow motion as he watched Tohru cry. Everything was thrown into sudden, sharp, relief. He held no special love for the Yankee, but she had become a part of the Sohma household, as much so, as Kyo had. Their smart mouths, fiery attitudes. Uo had become a necessary part of family life. She was the only one who could take on Kyo and match his foul mouth word for word. If she dies, Yuki shook his head, but there was no if. Uo was dead.
Uo glared at the bandages that wrapped her ribs, her hands, her arms. She didn't like hospitals. People died in hospitals. She would take her chances elsewhere. Silver pulled the skin of her arm up as she pulled the IV from her arm. Pain was pinpricking into her nerves an annoyance, just like the screaming machines around her. The tip of the needle had just slid free of the skin when the medical team came running in. She had made short work of the various electronic gizmos, and was rummaging through the locker in search of clothing. Actual clothing. Not the damnable hospitals gowns with their open backs. The only clothes to be found were the ones from the accident. Cleaned and pressed but still packed with the memories. The smell of blood and gasoline. Completely revolting, but her only hope at a desperate escape. She spun, blue eyes wide and angry. Doctors stormed into the room like paratroopers. Uo had issues with hospitals. And doctors. And needles. Therefore she was now in a pretty violent struggle with her white-coated guard dogs.
Tohru's head jerked up at the sound of familiar and vividly colorful language came flowing out of the open door.
Her head popped up, "She's alive." she shrieked happily. Yuki and Shigure both took a step forward, toward the room. Uo was alive. Very, very alive.
Then a second strand of curses. Three heads jerked toward the end of the hall. The curses came from an orange-headed neko in another sterile room. Tohru laughed in delight. They were alive. The both of them. Tohru rushed to the door eyes wide at what she saw behind it.
Her blonde friend was cornered as doctors tried to coax her back into the hospital bed. Tohru walked in just as a massive fist fight was about to break out. "Uo?" she asked, clearly wondering what was going on. Uo jerked to meet her friends eyes. Blue eyes wide as she saw the tears on her friends cheeks.
The clearest resemblance was to a cornered animal, wild and afraid. Tohru was afraid; to see Uo scared was scarier than most anything. Uo backed into the corner pressing herself against the bare white walls. Tohru stepped slowly toward her.
"Uo, can you understand me?" she asked, her chipper voice soothing.
"No. I flipped my car and got deaf." the grudging patient gave up.
Tohru smile, "Get back into bed. Please Uo. For me."
The Yankee's jaw tightened, her fists clinched and through a sheer act of will she forced herself to calm down. She walked stiffly over to the bed, glaring death at the doctor's, and sat down. "How's Orange-top?" she asked, eyes locked on the tiles at her feet.
Tohru smiled and sat down next to the blonde. "I don't know. He woke up a little after you did. I haven't been to see him yet."
Uo's adrenalin spike was over and fatigue and pain were edging their way into her bones, "Oh." she whispered. Tohru's sweet smile still shown clear, but the room slowly started to spin. Revolving slowly around an almost stable axis, Uo. She swallowed resisting the urge to gag. "The rooms spinning right?"
"Actually its spinning left." came, drawled, from the doorway. Tohru and Uo looked over their shoulders at the perverted novelist. "How are you doing?" Shigure asked in a moment of seriousness.
Uo grinned, "Why? Were you worried?" she shot at him.
Shigure raised a hand, flapping it at the wrist, "Not a bit." his sing-songing words dancing around the room drilling tiny screws into Uo's brain. Tohru gently pushed Uo back into the uncomfortable hospitable pillows.
"You need to rest." she said softly.
Uo grimaced, and sat up. "I can rest when I'm dead." she grumbled.
Tohru and Shigure laughed softly and forced Uo to lie back. "Just go and try to rest." Tohru pleaded and Uo complied reluctantly. Alone in the bright darkness of the white room, Uo lay in her bed, the small light above her bed glowing faintly blue, she hurt to the very marrow of her bones. Her thoughts were all for Kyo. And she stared at the ceiling, and she remembered, and she cried.
Tohru walked into room 344 only to find a very angry Kyo sitting in his bed and swearing up a storm. Yuki was in the hall, waiting. Joined by Shigure who was afraid to go into the room. Tohru was all smiles and sunshine. Kyo glared at her. "When the hell can I get out of here?" he grumbled before she had even walked all the way into the room.
Laughing Tohru sat on the edge of the bed, "Not yet." She could be irritatingly motherly. Kyo glowered. There were no specifics to the look; it was just a general, world encompassing, glower.
He had these glowering eyes locked on the window halfway across the room when he broke the silence next, "I heard Uo flatline." he muttered. Tohru smiled, looking softly down at the orange-headed neko. "Tell me it was a fluke." he said and looked up into Tohru's face. Pleading with her to tell him anything but the truth. His eyes shown with hurt, an ache that reached to the very center of his fiery soul. And Tohru was glad of what she didn't have to tell him.
"She didn't die. I promise. She'll be up and around soon."
Kyo cleared his throat, "Good. What about my car?"
Yuki stood in the doorway, "Both cars were totaled." his voice was almost a monotone as he spat out the fact.
Kyo rubbed the back of his neck, "Uo's not going to like this." he muttered.
Tohru laughed softly, "No, she won't." there was a short pause, and Kyo braced himself for the scolding, "I'm glad you're okay, but do you have any idea how stupid that was?" Her eyes were soft with concern, but there was a hint of steely mother in her voice.
"Don't mother me alright." Kyo growled rolling over to face the wall. "I know already. It was stupid. I was stupid." Tohru touched his shoulder, and he shrugged it off. "Leave me alone." Tohru nodded and stood up to go. She didn't like to leave him, especially with him upset. Yuki frowned at the other boy. Something was going on here, that none of them knew about. Tohru walked out of the room.
"You want some breakfast?" she asked Yuki, smiling half-heartedly.
Yuki would have laughed, if the situation hadn't been so serious. "I would love breakfast Miss Honda." he said in that soft voice of his. They left, walking down the bleached halls, harsh white light cast their shadows against the walls. Shigure watched them leave and smiled, symptoms of love floated all around. A smile tugged at his mouth, a hidden smile. One of the nurses smiled at him, and he smiled back. He was starting to like hospitals, all the pretty nurses wondering around in short skirts. Chuckling softly he looked in on Uo, then walked down the hall to peek in on Kyo.
After seeing to it that both patients were in bed and behaving, he skipped down the hall. Everything was going to turn out. Uo and Kyo were alive, they would be coming home to destroy his house in a few weeks, and there was that sweet scent of romance in the air. Amazing how things turned out.
Kyo lay in bed staring at the ceiling and wondering how Uo was. It was crazy really to be thinking about her. It was his fault, the race, this mess. It was all his fault. He moaned, half in real pain and half at his own sheer stupidity, and ripped the pillow from beneath his head and smothered the cry in its feathers. Except it wasn't even real feathers, it was foam something. Which just depend the stab of pain that ran through the shimmering twisting thing that some people called a soul. Uo was never going to forgive him. And even more than that, he would never forgive himself. He had hurt her. Deeply. Sure there had been fistfights and such, but never anything like this. This was an insurmountable hurt. He lay there, under his pillow and wished the earth would open and swallow him up. No, he deserved a fate worse than that; he deserved hell on earth. Being doomed to be a cat for all eternity, being flayed alive, torn apart by wild horses, forced to listen to the Brady Bunch theme song forever. He couldn't think of a fate that was bad enough. With a sigh he shut his eyes and prayed that sleep would take him quickly.
Uo also lay awake, though she was thinking about many other things. She did however blame herself for what happened. She had provoked him, pushed things too far, and here they both were, in a hospital. Swearing she rolled over. She wasn't going to sleep like this, and she sure as hell wasn't in a position to go on a walkabout. Kyo crossed her mind, and she realized that she hadn't asked how he was. Condition wise. She made a thin whimper as her body protested the movement. She would have to get Tohru to tell her about him tomorrow. A scarlet blush stained her cheeks, that would be embarrassing. Uo's thoughts turned again to the crash, and the drugs took hold as she played it over in her head, sending her to a sweet, empty, dreamless sleep.
