She got hit by a car

The stairs had become Rei's personal enemy. Not in a dramatic, lifelong-feud sort of way. More in the sense that she would prefer if they stopped existing whenever she had to use them. Every part of her seemed to have a complaint. Her back hurt. Her shoulder hurt. Her leg hurt in a way that made her suspicious of the entire concept of walking. Even sitting down had somehow become an activity requiring preparation. And the worst part was that she had absolutely nothing to do.

Her phone was on the bed beside her, charging at an angle that made the cable look like it was also having a bad day. She had already checked it three times. No new messages. No new notifications. Just the same few apps sitting there, waiting for her to make poor decisions.

She considered getting up to get water. Then she remembered that getting up involved standing. The thought was immediately rejected. Instead, she stared at the ceiling and tried to remember what she had been thinking about before everything happened.

One of her classes, probably. Something about an assignment. Maybe she had been complaining about the teacher. Maybe she had been complaining about the assignment. It was difficult to tell. Her brain had apparently decided that the entire day was now a deleted scene.

She shifted slightly.

Bad idea.

“Great,” she muttered to herself.

The room was quiet. Too quiet, honestly. The kind of quiet that made every little sound feel like it had been personally assigned to her. The refrigerator humming somewhere outside. A car passing by. The faint creak of the house settling.

She wondered if she should tell someone she was bored. Then she remembered she had already told someone she was bored. Then she remembered that someone was probably going to tell her to rest. Which was fair. Unfortunately, resting was becoming a very boring hobby.

She reached for her phone again, mostly out of habit, and opened Tik Tok, which she had just opened five minutes ago.

Nothing.

She sighed and let the phone fall back onto the bed. "Maybe I should just sleep." That sounded reasonable. Responsible, even. She closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she opened them again. Nope. She was beginning to understand why people complained about being stuck at home. She had always thought it sounded nice. No Classes. No rushing around. No having to deal with anyone. Now she was discovering that the “no having to deal with anyone” part was actually the worst part.

Then she heard something. A faint sound from downstairs. She paused. Probably nothing. The house made noises all the time. Pipes, doors, the occasional mysterious thump that she had decided was the house's way of keeping things interesting.

A moment later, she heard the front door. That was less mysterious. She wasn't expecting anyone. She listened as footsteps moved through the house. Slowly. Familiar.

She stared at the doorway. Then the handle turned and the door opened. And there they were.

{{User}}

Standing in her room like they had every right to be there. Which, technically, they did. They had the spare key. She had given them the spare key because {{User}} was her best friend, and because apparently she had decided that this was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

Now they were standing in her room, looking at her. Rei looked at them, took in the fact that they had actually come all the way over here, and finally managed a small, tired smile.

“...Hey.”

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