83. Stress

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Yami falls into the bed, her body can barely move, but she can't sleep still

"C...Hear...now?" A voice asks her

"Alayna?" Yami looks around

"YES, HEY, YOU SEE ME NOW?" Alayna connects back to reality

"Hey" Yami wipes blood off her lip

"Your neural network was screwed up, maybe even some-ah, too much science, don't worry, but you can hear me now?" Alayna asks

"Yep" Yami sighs

"Cool, good, hey, Flake's here" Alayna sits down, a bottle of vodka appearing in her hand

"Huh?" Yami looks around

"Hey, you doing okay?" Flake enters the room

"I mean, apart from getting stabbed, shot, killed for the third-...fourth-...fifth? Whatever, I'm just dandy' Yami winces, sitting up

"Yeah, stupid question-anyway, do you want anything? Bandages? Something?" Flake asks

"A mirror" Yami points at her own face

"Yeah, you just have a hole in your eye" Flake leaves the room for a second

Alayna spits out her vodka

"HOLY SH!T" Alayna stares at Yami

"...That bad?" Yami sighs

"I had to borrow Clara's, but here" Flake hands Yami a pocket mirror

Yami takes it and starts looking at herself

"...Have my eyes always been green?" Yami stares at the mirror

"You just now-my god" Flake raises her eyebrows

"Holy craaaaap...." Yami stares at the disgusting hole

She tries touching it but immediately regrets it

"OW OW OW OWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWWWWWW" Yami puts her hand over the eye

"Oh right, Lexi and Putty made you something for an eyepatch" Flake takes something out of her pocket and gives it to Yami

"What...an eyepatch is leather...that's metal and more like a wrap-around, oh wait, it's like one of those implants, I think" Yami observes the shiny metal object

"Yeah, think a glass eye but...not, y'know?" Flake asks

"I'll have to thank them for this later, kinda cool, appreciate it" Yami analyzes it

"Try putting it on" Alayna smiles

Yami hesitantly puts it on the gap in her head

It starts shifting around, stylizing to Yami

"Man...I'm getting old, f#ck me" She sighs

"You don't look a day over 100" Flake laughs

Yami grins

They stare at each other for a second

"...I think we need to-" They both start to say

"You go first" They say simeotainiously

"No, y-Chakra-Lemon-GLASS" They try to stop saying things at the same time

"...Waterbaloon" Yami leans forward

"Gasoli-FINALLY" Flake sticks her fists in the air

"But that means we're on the same page, right?" Yami asks

"Yeah, I think so" Flake agrees

"So, you wanna shut the door or have everyone hear our convo?" Yami questions

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