For the Hospitalisation Horror Challenge
Lucy bit her lip and tried with all of her possible might to think of nothingness.
She was utterly still in her bed, barely breathing, not eating, not looking at anyone or anything, eyes squeezed shut, no Muggle television blaring, no music on the radio, no book half open on the bed stand—nothing. And all because of cataplexy.
"Stupid," she muttered, trying desperately to not think of anything. "Please God. Please. I know I said I was an atheist, but now, I need your help. Please—"
–Roxanne—
She suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, and her body went utterly limp. "Shit," she whispered, not able to move. "Oh, shit…ROXY! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!"
The door slammed open, and her cousin/support system/friend-with-benefits stood breathless in the doorway. Lucy started to laugh again, beyond herself. "Damn it, Roxy," she says, hands limp. "I hate this."
"I know, Luce. I know."
cataplexy