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Chapter Thirteen

Onika
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Onika's eyes felt like they'd been pulled shut and super glued, plus a hedgehog had climbed into her throat and died in there.

With great effort, she manages to somehow open her eyes, and that's when things started to become weird.

Nothing around her made sense. It looked like she'd woken up in a barren, high-tech room that belonged in a Star Trek ship.

Low bed that seemed to float without any furniture, pillows so perfect the usual ache at the nape of her neck had disappeared. The carpet was white, luscious, and the walls space-grey. There was a live orchid on top of a square, minimalist console with thin drawers.

None of that was familiar. Blinking, she expected to find herself in her small room with traces of dampness when she refocused her vision, but she was still in the strange room.

"Blue," she croaked—her throat was so dry it sounded like a grunt.

She shifted, wincing as her muscles ached absolutely everywhere. As she wore nothing except slightly damp, yucky Pj's, she pulled the beige comforter around her just in time for the door to open.

In front of none other than Scrooge McFuck.

Onika groaned and rolled back into bed. She was obviously dreaming. Good. When she woke up, everything would be normal. When she woke up, she'd be in her own bedroom, and her little girl would be sleeping next to her.

The strange dream didn't stop there. Her muggy brain came up with the most extraordinary of things. In her imagination, Beyoncé Knowles spoke softly, reassuring her that everything would be fine, that Blue was good. That she was taking her to ballet class. Which made no sense, because she had ballet on Thursday, and this was Monday. She forced her to sit up. That, she could buy. Even in her dreams, Beyoncé was an unbearable bossy pants. She told her so, and she laughed. Then, she gave her something to drink that felt like nectar of the gods. She lied and said it was just water, but it couldn't be, because her head, her throat, and everything felt so much better after she'd drunk it.

As this was just a dream, Onika wasn't ashamed to drop her head on her lap and leave it there until her vision blacked out. It had been a while since she'd felt that soft of comfort... a decade, maybe two.

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This Chapter?

Nicki?

She really got the flu. Get your shots kids!

Obviously the chapter is short because she has the coronavirus- I mean the flu.

Beyoncé?

She's taking care of Blue and Nicki by herself...

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