Another Way

Chapter 4: Recon

As good as it felt to tell off an imaginary deity, the act ended up coming with a noticeable downside. Her old professors would've been up in arms at her linking the two events based on nothing but coincidence, but since they weren't the ones that had to deal with their dreams being invaded, their opinion didn't count anymore.

She slept like crap.

Doc shook her arm, finally making Sue commit to awareness after several hours of restlessness. Exhaustion refused to be shaken off, showing itself through groans and sand in her eyes. Eventually, she tried to sit up, the action only intensifying her soreness.

"G-good mhorning, Doc."

The medic responded in kind as they walked over to check up on Sue's leg. A quick visual scan later, they found the sight satisfying, in that it hadn't changed since the previous evening. They rated it a soft squeak and a gentle pat out of ten.

Animal-person's pat of approval.

Sue smiled and weakly nodded at the gesture, mind still not there yet. Doc chuckled briefly at her reaction before turning for the exit door.

Or at least, that was their initial intent.

They stopped right as they were about to press on the handle, pausing in thought. It took Sue almost embarrassingly long to catch onto that, eyebrows slowly raising as she watched the medic look over their shoulder at her.

A moment later, they decided to change their plans; pulling out the scroll from yesterday and getting to drawing on its clean side.

Wonder what they're scribbling over there.

Maybe they were gonna ask her what she wanted? Not like she knew what the things she'd eaten yesterday were, especially with all the fruits and veggies she didn't recognize. She could try to guess with the visual resemblance to actual food she's had in the past, but that was about it.

Was this a sandwich, or some weird fruit mishmash? Not even Duck knows.

Sue chuckled at the thought, thinking back to the drawing of what apparently was the imagined Moon deity. Wonder how much of that was based on any sort of reality. She didn't think herself creative enough to come up with all that whole cloth. It was probably just a combination of her mental exhaustion and quirks of this body.

That was the only possibility that made sense, really.

Despite everything that had happened so far, her suspension of disbelief didn't go as far as to let her think that an honest to god... god had actually contacted her in her dreams, let alone two. Imposter from Duck-knows-where or not, she couldn't have been anywhere near interesting enough to warrant such an act. Besides, they had clear difficulties communicating with her.

Quite pitiful for deities.

No matter what their deal was, Sue was sure she wanted nothing to do with them-

A light tap against her arm snapped her to awareness; eyes darting to the side just in time to catch the medic's amused expression. It only lasted a brief moment before they spoke up and offered her the edited scroll. They went right back to amusement at her embarrassment, but Sue was too focused on their drawing to notice.

A pair of rudimentary comics covered the page, sharing the final panel. The first one featured Doc heading out, walking up to a counter with a tray in their arms, and returning with it now filled. The other, instead, had her tag along with them to the same counter. In either case, the end result was her cartoonishly gorging herself on food, though the latter approach appealed to her much more.

Getting to stretch her legs and get a good look at the local area to plan her inevitable getaway?

Sign me the hell up.