Dreamin-Of-Cheese

Penny was barely conscious. She shivered slightly where she lay on the bathroom floor, her skin a pale contrast to the terracotta tiles. A brown eye flickered open to see a blurred, red-clad figure stood above her. Penny could tell that he was yelling, but the sound seemed dampened, as though she were hearing Billy from under water. Another figure rushed into the room, and then left just as quickly. Penny could feel warm hands clutching at her forearm, testing her pulse for the second time that day. She wished she could grab Billy's hand, but her limbs felt like leaden weights; she was completely immobilized. Penny struggled to remember what

Penny was barely conscious. She shivered slightly where she lay on the bathroom floor, her skin a pale contrast to the terracotta tiles. A brown eye flickered open to see a blurred, red-clad figure stood above her. Penny could tell that he was yelling, but the sound seemed dampened, as though she were hearing Billy from under water. Another figure rushed into the room, and then left just as quickly. Penny could feel warm hands clutching at her forearm, testing her pulse for the second time that day. She wished she could grab Billy's hand, but her limbs felt like leaden weights; she was completely immobilized. Penny struggled to remember what