Chapter 248

Since I was all dented, I spent Saturday night binge watching the final season of Orphan Black off my laptop. Supernatural might not have had the same allure for me anymore now that my day job was destroying the things that went bump in the night, but clones and my Tatiana Maslany crush held up just fine.

By the last episode, I was a teary mess, rolled up in my blankets like a burrito. Battered and bruised, my body ached and worse, my heart ached. I was a puddle of emotions by the final credits, thanks to this stupid show that had given me all the feels.

I put the laptop on the pillow next to me and massaged my temples. For the past month, my head had felt trapped in a vise exerting a continuous, low-grade pressure that pinched the front of my face and made my eyeballs ache in gritty weariness. I hadn't been able to take a full breath either. I swear my lungs had seized up inhaling on a gasp that horrible night that Ro had left, and never managed to come unstuck.