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"Goodnight" she signed back before getting comfortable on the other end of the couch .
Come morning, Pepper groaned as she woke up, pain pill hang over with the ache of her stab wound beside ..except... it wasn't there, it was a phantom pain? Her brow furrowed, she lifted her shirt enough to see and stared in disbelief. Not totally healed but didn't look nearly as bad as it had before, like it was a superficial wound not an attempt on her life, barely deep enough to need stitches and... no bruising anymore. How was that possible?
Justira was deep asleep despite the sunshine starting to spill in and wake the rest
Come morning, Pepper groaned as she woke up, pain pill hang over with the ache of her stab wound beside ..except... it wasn't there, it was a phantom pain? Her brow furrowed, she lifted her shirt enough to see and stared in disbelief. Not totally healed but didn't look nearly as bad as it had before, like it was a superficial wound not an attempt on her life, barely deep enough to need stitches and... no bruising anymore. How was that possible?
Justira was deep asleep despite the sunshine starting to spill in and wake the rest