Where Are Ya, Destroya? Part 7
In, out.
In, out.
In, out.
Ignore the pain, push through the pain. Stay calm, stay calm.
"We've got to get her to Ace's," Donorcycle was saying.
"But he's not here!" Angel said. Dear Angel. Always so serious, hard-edged like a triangle. Her little voice of reason, her realist. But sharp edges was not what Harmony needed now.
In, out.
In, out.
Someone was taking hold of her, lifting her up. Strong warm arms. "Can you stand for me, Harmony?" Donorcycle was saying. "Come on, girl, stand for me."
Her legs felt weak, rubbery. Not like the strong legs of the rabbit that was kicking its way out of her.
"I c-c-c-"
"Come on girl, we've go Where Are Ya, Destroya? Part 7in Where Are Ya, Destroya?
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Everything was dark, warm. Comfortable. Stuart could hear a voice. He didn't like it, he didn't like it at all. It was a knife, slicing through the soft warmth of the dark blanket wrapping his consciousness. He silently begged the voice to leave him be.
But it was too late. His body was ascending, upwards through the darkness, up through clouds of light, and then a bright shaft of light was piercing the dream...
"Wake up, you dick."
Stuart's eyes squinted open. He was dizzy. Everything was blurry. A sick ache pounded in his head and he felt himself moan in pain.
"Wake the fuck up!"
Stuart blinked.
The angel was above him. She had a re Where Are Ya, Destroya? Part 5in Where Are Ya, Destroya?
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