She was cold.
Why was she cold?
She couldn't figure out why she was so cold.
Everything was cold.
So cold.
"Mahhh."
And she was sore.
Everything was sore.
Her throat was sore.
Her throat was so dry.
Too dry.
And her head.
It was heavy.
Sore.
She.
Why was everything so hard?
Helen sighed and focused again on moving an arm.
One goal at a time.
So, uh, officially, Helen is now not dead. Yay?
