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Once Tommy was gone, Marrow started putting some real work into seeing what her body could do. She left the bone shooting for
later so she wouldn't destroy any expensive stuff, and concentrated on trying to sit up. Her arms and legs were mostly okay now, but still kind of wobbly,
and the bed was hard enough that her bones kept getting in the way when she tried to shift position.
Maybe there was a handle somewhere that'd tilt the bed. She'd seen stuff like that. Leaning over slightly, she fumbled
on the side for a handle. Something looked vaguely right, but she couldn't get a good grip on it, and when she tried, a bone snagged on the metal frame and
gave off a screeching sound. Oh great. That was just bound to have the doctor come running.
She tried to get her arms under herself and lift herself up that way. Damn fucking slippery bed... she needed something to hold
onto, a pole or a fucking rope...
She could use a bone, she supposed. There were corners of the bedframe where she could wedge one, possibly without damaging the
bed. Actually pulling one out was another matter. There was a pretty good one on her thigh, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't close her
fingers around it.
Though hang on, there was another bone, on her left wrist. If she leaned in the otherdirection, she could maybe wedge that in and use it as leverage while it was still in her body.
Slowly, she rolled over, ignoring the twinges this caused in her body, and moved her arm until
the bone was firmly wedged in a corner. Slower still, she pushed up, letting her legs slide off the edge.
When the balance changed, the bone ripped out of her arm, almost making her lose balance. And
it hurt like a motherfucker too. Typical, she couldn't feel her fingers, but she could still feel that. She leaned
both hands heavily on the bedframe and cursed the blood that dripped from her arm. So much for a covert operation.
But hey - she was sitting. No question about it, definitely sitting. She grinned to herself.
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Marrow had no way of telling time, away from the others and from all windows showing her the sky. There was a clock on the wall, and she had kind
of learned how clocks worked, but she was far too tired to make heads or tails of it now. All she knew what that she'd
been in here way too long.
At least now her body was starting to pay more attention to her commands. Her hands were still pretty much useless - she
could lift big stuff like magazines by hugging them to her chest, but anything too small (pens) or too heavy (books) just fell to the floor. Walking worked a
bit better, mostly because she leaned on stuff, using her bones as leverage when her fingers refused to grip.
She was drenched in sweat by the time she managed to stand on her own two feet without support, but she raised her head
and glared at the doc in triumph. "Getting better," she panted.
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Moving wasn't so hard. It was balance that did you in. Marrow kept tripping over her own
feet and nearly impaling herself in the process. Even trying her best, she nicked herself more than once, and not always in places she could easily see or
feel. A good thing her mutation made sure blood stains didn't raise anyone's eyebrows - though she was pretty sure the doc suspected what was really
At long last, she managed to get her feet properly under her. They were still mostly numb
and felt more like lumps of dough than anything else, but if she focused hard she could put one in front of the other without falling over. It would have been
a hell of a lot easier if the rest of her had been in shape, but her arms were as crap as her legs and everything in between a bit fuzzy too.
Very slowly, she made her way through the room, and stopped to grin at the doc.
"Now can I leave?"
Having got her permission, which took way too long for her
liking (hadn't she waited long enough?) she kept going, one foot in front of the other, feeling as if she'd just beaten a shitload of
She got through the waiting area and into the elevator.
Halfway up, her strength failed her, and she fell on her knees. When the elevator reached the second floor, she sat there, trying to egg herself on. It was
just a corridor. What kind of soldier was she, if she couldn't manage a corridor?
This was ridiculous. She couldn't stay in the elevator
for all eternity. Sooner or later someone would come over and see her slumped over like a pile of rags, and then what would they think of
After a moment's though, she pressed the button for
basement and, when the elevator started moving, forced herself back to her feet. She may not manage a corridor, but she was pretty sure she could go the few
steps from elevator to den.
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