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Curse of M , Chapter FifteenGeezer had landed in the wilds outside of Anchorage. Unlike most cities, it didn't descend into suburban sprawl: the edge was sharply delineated, which gave him plenty of cover. Katje transfigured two of the bathrobes into normal-people clothes for him, jeans and a heavy jacket, and made copies of the twenty-dollar bill in Hansen's pocket. She said she could only make a thing if she'd seen it before, so Geezer hoofed it into town to get medical supplies, and see if he couldn't figure out who he was supposed to contact.Curse of M , Chapter Fifteen by SpamWarrior21
There was no snow yet, but the morning air was bitterly cold, turning his breath into pale fog. He warmed up soon enough, though, and managed to hitch a ride with a trucker halfway along.
His first stop was a pharmacy, where he picked up rolls of gauze, hydrogen peroxide, industrial-sized tweezers, and a big bottle of Tylenol. At a sporting-goods store he bought a reel of fishing line, and a fabric shop supplied him with a needle. There was no way to get a proper suture
Curse of M , Chapter FourteenThe next day was the hardest thing any of them had ever endured.Curse of M , Chapter Fourteen by SpamWarrior21
Fortunately, Von Ratched was busy in F wing, probably doing something nasty to Wrigley. The day was clear enough that they were let outdoors again, so at least they could burn off some of their nervous energy.
Geezer couldn't share in the excitement, though. They were meant to escape, he knew, but it wasn't going to go as Lorna planned. There were people they had to find, but not in India, and his vision had been so vague that he couldn't even be sure they would all survive. For once he'd seen something of himself, very briefly -- he was piloting a helicopter, and he wasn't alone -- and an Australian woman as tall as Ratiri, who would help them. Who she was, or what she would do, remained frustrating mysteries.
The only thing he was sure of was that not all of them would make it out. And that made him miserable.
He'd learned a long time ago that changing the future was damn near impossible. He'd tried more than once, but
Curse of M, Chapter ThirteenFor the entirety of the next week, it was Wrigley who disappeared into F wing. And terrible though Lorna felt about it, she was glad to have a break.Curse of M, Chapter Thirteen by SpamWarrior21
The sun returned, and again they were let outside. It was much colder, though; there would be no garden this year, and she hoped they wouldn't still be here when spring rolled around again.
Still, she dug at the plots, growing so warm she could shed her heavy coat at times. Her skin tanned ever deeper, and little by little became almost relaxed. The sun, though it gave no warmth, reminded her of her recent dream, and brought her a peace she wouldn't have thought possible. It wouldn't last, since Von Ratched would send for her and Ratiri again sooner or later, but she'd savor it while she could.
While she didn't consciously pass it to Ratiri, he received a great deal by osmosis. His face lost its pinched, wary look, and he even smiled a few times, as his shovel thudded into the ground with hers. Lorna had discovered long ago that sometimes
Curse of M , Chapter TwelveSomehow, Lorna managed to avoid being sick on her way back to her room. Ratiri was out, probably with Doctor Hansen, which was just as well. Some alone-time was definitely needed.Curse of M , Chapter Twelve by SpamWarrior21
She went into the bathroom and stared at her reflection. Her hair was mostly dry, and she ran her fingers along a section of it, wondering if she should get her hands on something sharp and hack it all off. The only time she'd ever had a significant amount of it cut was in prison, and at the time she'd sworn she'd never do it again, but now…well, it was tempting.
It wouldn't make him leave you alone. He'd just find some other way to freak you out.
Probably true, but it was still tempting. The bastard was making her hate her own hair, and it was likely only going to get worse.
She grabbed a handful of it and held it out. The grey had advanced noticeably in the weeks since she'd come here, threaded among the black. It was the only really pretty feature she had, and she was starting to loathe it. Da