Getting Active

Oh, I hate this feeling. I hated it more than anything else. Pain, I can deal with, but this… this sinking feeling - doing nothing.

I hated doing nothing.

Lying here, resting here, I have no input, no oversight. I felt like I was in a hospital, pacing up and down outside the operating room door, unable to do anything to help, just waiting… hoping for some good news to come barging through those doors.

Would rather go back to breaking barriers than spend another minute doing nothing except counting every passing minute.

Especially with Sammy the way she was now - conflicted - staring nowhere but seeing too much all the same… pacing those same white corridors as I was.

Yeah, I can't take this anymore.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

Sammy so quickly snapped out of her deep somber stupor it was almost scary… I barely even did anything yet, and yet somehow she still knew.