It was late in the morning when I woke up to the sound of Zia’s room door opening. I rubbed my eyes a few times to be able to see properly who was actually leaving the room. It was Ella.
“Morning.” I greeted her with my croaky voice, which was telling me how much I was lacking sleep.
“Morning.” She whispered. The dark circles under her eyes looked scary as she just plowed her way onto the couch opposite of me. She just fell into it, falling asleep instantly. Nobody got enough sleep that night. I got up as quietly as possible and headed to Zia’s room.
“You okay? Or need me to call you a ride for the morgue?” I asked her, seeing how she was looking. Her face was all haggard, probably even worse than Ella’s. If she wasn’t breathing and moving, one would think she was a corpse.
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