Where Snapdragons Lie

Peace, Love, and Antibodies.

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Its nice and its cool, and its just me. Thats exactly how I like it. The air is crisp and the clouds hang above my head.

"Go on," I beg the sky, "Open up. I know you can." I wanted the rain to come down so badly. To let it drop on my skin, and wash away this weird feeling. The clouds continued to hang, taunting me with their heavy appearance. If it would just rain, then everything would be perfect. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My legs and arms felt heavy. I look to my left and right at the vast empty field. The breeze blew slightly. "Come on," I murmured. No response. I tried to move my right arm. I started with my fingers. One, two, three, four, five. They all worked. My wrist could twist. But when I tried to lift it, I felt a poke. A sharp one in the middle of my arm. The same thing happened when I tried to move again, a little more rapidly. That did it....ouch!

My eyes shot open. I was looking at the crisp white wall. The "how do you feel?" sign hanging in front of me. Ugh. I look over at my right arm. A needle and tubes in their proper place. The humming machine with my drip to the left. I looked at the clock, 10:20. I rubbed my eyes hard. Blinking helped to clear my focus. I feel like my arm is full of bowling balls. I'm going to need larger coffee on my way out. I could hear Shamar snoring from the other side of the room. He seemed pretty content. Part of me wanted to steal that relaxed grin off of his face. I reached over and hit the pager, and the light over my chair when on. I rubbed my left arm trying to get the pins and needle feeling to go away.

"Yes Miss Wallace, is everything alright" The nurse asked checking my monitors.

"Everything is fine. Thanks. Am I finished yet?" I asked. The nurse looked at the bag, and pushed a few buttons on the machine.

"It looks like you are just about done fusing. Feel free to gather your things. I'll unhook you in a minute." She walked away.

I put my books and my phone into my tote, and pulled out three clean tissues from my pack. I crumpled them all up until they were the perfect little ball. A snoring Shamar in my sights. I rub my neck a little to get a thin string of silk from my spinneret to fill the channels under my skin. Once it was evenly distributed, I took some from my left arm attaching it to the tissue ball. With surgeon like precision I tossed it in his direction. It landed in his lap. Shit. Try again. Second time, it landed on his shoulder. Close. Third time, it landed on his forehead. Perfect. I manipulated the little ball all over his face. Watching his nose and eyes twitch until he rubbed his face in frustration. He looked around following the silk string.

"Dammit Magda, I was having a nice dream." He complained. He sounded like the five year old who wanted another cookie, after he ate all of them.

I laughed and snorted as I dragged the ball back to me. "Sorry. I'm about finished here. Want me to bring anything for later?"

"Not now, but if you would grab a pack of root beer for the office I'd be indebted to you forever."

"Its a deal," I said as the nurse returned over. She pulled the needle out of my arm, and handed me a little square of gauze. I put pressure on the puncture and held up my arm.

"Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded at all?" she asked. I shook my head. She gave me my discharge papers, and I signed them off.

"See you around, Shamar."