The next few days were a blur of faces and a white sky that Celine eventually understood to be the roof of the hospital room. As it turned out, dying was a lot easier than coming back to life was, and none of them had had an easy time of it.
There was always someone with her when she struggled to wake up from a consuming fog of bone-deep weariness that screamed at her; you should be sleeping, sleep now, sleep forever, why are you even still alive? It was never who she wanted it to be, although she couldn’t quite remember who she wanted.
One day it was JJ, and maybe hours later it still was, but she wasn’t sure. There was a tentative weight on her legs and when she blinked awake Will was holding a smiling Henry carefully on the bed so he couldn’t knock against her with a flailing limb.
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