My brain felt like it was pitching and heaving... My brain felt like it was pitching and heaving inside
my skull
“Let's have some respect,” Jeb said, louder than JamieIt felt too loud to me
My first instinct was to wave Andy ahead and make Ian carry me awayThis was human
mourning, not mineAnd I did have something to say
“Ian, help me get some sand
Ian crouched down so I could scoop up a handful of the loose rocks at our feetHe rested my
weight on his knee to get his own share of dirtThen he straightened and carried me to the edge
of the grave
I couldn't see into the holeIt was dark under the overhang of rock, and the grave
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very deep
Ian began speaking before I could
“Walter was the best and brightest of what is human,” he said, and scattered his sand into the
holeIt fell for a long time before I heard it hiss against the bottom
Ian looked down at me
It was absolutely silent in the starlit nightEven the wind was calmI whispered, but I knew my
voice carried to everyone
“There was no hatred in your heart,” I whispered“That you existed is proof that we were
wrongWe had no right to take your world from you, WalterI hope your fairytales are trueI
hope you find your Gladdie
I let the rocks trickle
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onto Walter's body, obscured in the deep, dark grave
Andy started to work as soon as Ian took the first step back, shoveling from a mound of pale,
dusty earth that was piled a few feet farther into the grottoThe shovel load hit with a thump
rather than a whisperThe sound made me cringe
Aaron stepped past us with another shovelIan turned slowly and carried me away to make
room for themThe heavy thuds of falling dirt echoed behind usLow voices began to murmur
I heard footsteps as people milled and huddled to
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I really looked at Ian for the first time as he walked back to the dark mat where it lay on the
open dirt–out of place, not belongingIan's face was streaked with pale dust, his expression
wearyI'd seen his face like that beforeI couldn't pinpoint the memory before Ian had laid me
on the mat again, and I was distractedWhat was I supposed to do out here in the open? Sleep?
Doc was right behind us; he and Ian both knelt down in the dust beside me
“How are you feeling?” Doc asked, already prodding at my side
I wanted to sit up, but Ian pressed my shoulder down when I
spy bag replica triedI think maybe I could walk…”
“No need to push itLet's give that leg a few days, okay?” Doc pulled my left eyelid up,
absentminded, and shone a tiny beam of light into itMy right eye saw the bright reflection that
danced across his faceHe squinted away from the light, recoiling a few inchesIan's hand on
my shoulder didn't flinchThat doesn't help a diagnosis, does it? How does your head feel?” Doc askedI think it's the drugs you gave me, though, not the woundI don't like them–I'd
rather feel the pain, I think
“I'm going to have to put you under again, Wanda
“But… why?” I
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