Projecthailmarymovie Stories

Grace woke up with a gasp, eyes flying open as he gripped the sheets tightly. He was drenched in cold sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his shirt had an obvious wet spot. His heart was beating ferociously and his chest heaved with every breath he was greedily taking. And he could never take a satisfying breath, as a tight squeeze in his chest prevented him from doing so. He had a nightmare.

"Your cooking tastes like prison food," Simon muttered into the glass, his voice bitter but without a trace of venom, fogging the pane as he spoke. Ryland let out a breathless, watery sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob. "I'll take that as a compliment." ---- A continuation of the story after the events of Project Hail Mary and Iron lung. I try to be as story (and fact) accurate as I can be for the nerds out there. I see you, you're welcomed here (and everybody else). I heavily rely on PHM book with some details from the movie. TL;DR Grace is panicking because Simon is hot, but make it slow burn and cosmic horror. :D My art!