One Time I Had A Fever And The Delerium Was Hitting Me Hard So I Thought Adding An 's' To Every Word

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Summary: “How could I ever do it?” Ocean asked softly.

Karnak wasn't expecting that. "What?"

"How could I ever choose just one?"

Ocean hesitates when she is asked to vote. Karnak, touched by the choir's newfound friendship, decides to attempt something that he had previously thought impossible. And yet, one would be surprised what some magic, compassion, and the fother-mucking power of friendship is capable of. Still, Karnak is powerless to prevent the accident.

Still reeling from their initial death and now recovering from the second crash, the St. Cassian Chamber Choir is left to learn how to love their home and renewed lives. Unable to tell anyone about the first crash or their experience in the warehouse, the singers are left with only each other for support. In the midst of hurting and healing, they find solace in their newfound bond, their far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty-pretty hometown, and a nurse who would do anything to care for them.

Summary: They gazed down at Uranium once more. The town suddenly seemed so much more inviting. They’d rather be stinging with cold than broken and bleeding. They’d rather be in their houses than trapped in the cart. They’d rather be in the cozy little town than a warehouse with a magical fortune-telling machine that apparently thought it was funny to make them die over, and over, and over again.

Constance stretched a hand towards the town, as if someone could take it and rescue her. Tears fell down her cheeks just as the group dropped.

some sketches because I'm 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 and I don't have energy for a full piece 🙂

Summary: Ocean’s body was screaming in agony. She couldn't think of one place that didn't hurt. Her arms were burning. Were they bleeding? Were they broken? Did she still have her hands? She couldn't move them. She was breathing naturally, but each breath made her lungs cry out. Was she being stabbed? Were her ribs killing her? What if blood was pouring internally? Was blood pouring externally? What tasted like metal? Why couldn't she breathe through her nose? She could hardly breathe. Her legs were numb. Her back was aching like crazy. Were her legs still there? Her head was pounding. Her brain was throbbing against her skull. Her neck ached. Was it broken? Was it straight? Was she bleeding?

Dude where the hell is my life going? I care more about looking at rp Rick Sanchez accounts than I do going out with my friends 😭 And what I want to more than anything it's for a Rick to care about me.

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