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She was tired. So, so tired. It felt like the fire was spreading under her skin, she smelled the burn of her blood. The holiness of the water made her want to throw up, bleed out.
Mack knew it was bad because she wanted to sit own and rest.
But she kept moving, moving, moving. She was plan B, she was the rescue team, and she had to save herself.
She always had to save herself, in the end.
And it was safer still, to save herself instead of waiting for someone ti come.
Nobody would ever come for her.