Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
Liza has been sleeping, restless and fitful, since the Flock was brought into the hospital room with Demitri and Lillie, sitting in Brinley's lap. Her head is against Brinley's shoulder, her body slumped back against her, and her eyes are twitching under her eyelids, as she settles into a dream that looks very unrestful.
When it had been made apparent that her attempts to heal Lillie and Demitri had not resulted in their awakening and speaking to her, Liza had been devastated, convinced that they were on the brink of death- and though no one had said as much to her, it appeared to be possible. She had collapsed onto the floor, bursting into tears, and was very difficult to comfort. Now she lies against Brinley, her thumb partly in her mouth, exhausted and pale as she sleeps.
The others are so silent that when the door opens, Liza begins to stir, her eyes slowly opening partway. She keeps her thumb in her mouth for the moment as she shifts her eyes towards first the hospital beds, then the door.
When it had been made apparent that her attempts to heal Lillie and Demitri had not resulted in their awakening and speaking to her, Liza had been devastated, convinced that they were on the brink of death- and though no one had said as much to her, it appeared to be possible. She had collapsed onto the floor, bursting into tears, and was very difficult to comfort. Now she lies against Brinley, her thumb partly in her mouth, exhausted and pale as she sleeps.
The others are so silent that when the door opens, Liza begins to stir, her eyes slowly opening partway. She keeps her thumb in her mouth for the moment as she shifts her eyes towards first the hospital beds, then the door.