Literature
Where Are Ya, Destroya? Part 7
In, out.
In, out.
In, out.
Ignore the pain, push through the pain. Stay calm, stay calm.
"We've got to get her to Ace's," Donorcycle was saying.
"But he's not here!" Angel said. Dear Angel. Always so serious, hard-edged like a triangle. Her little voice of reason, her realist. But sharp edges was not what Harmony needed now.
In, out.
In, out.
Someone was taking hold of her, lifting her up. Strong warm arms. "Can you stand for me, Harmony?" Donorcycle was saying. "Come on, girl, stand for me."
Her legs felt weak, rubbery. Not like the strong legs of the rabbit that was kicking its way out of her.
"I c-c-c-"
"Come on girl, we've go